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Frank was scared of the dark. The dark was where they had kept him for days weeks perhaps. In the darkness of a damp, wooden crate, no matter how long he laid there his eyes would not adjust. The shackles that kept him on his knees, cramped in the awful condition had caused aching sores under the rusty metal. He wasnt sure where the box had taken him. He knew sometimes he could feel the ground underneath him moving like his crate was in the back of a van. Other times it was still and he could hear conversations happening outside. Conversations, shouting, anger and gun shots. When he wasn’t in transit was when he was the least safe. He would see light for a few seconds as the lid would be lifted, within seconds a blindfold would be secured over his eyes. It blocked him from seeing the men who would wash him, feed him tasteless slop, yell at and beat him before tossing him back into the box. This happened once a day, he thought anyway. Leaving him to sob in his wooden prison, wondering how his situation could possibly get worse. The few kicks, slaps and punches were nothing compared to what was coming for him.
At first, when he was alone in the dark he tried to hold onto hope, tried to not cry endlessly. He would sing his favourite songs to himself, tell himself that he was going to be okay. Perhaps there had been a mistake, they had the wrong guy or maybe this was going to be his chance to do something heroic. Perhaps he would escape as soon as he had an opportunity, run to the cops and liberate all the other boys who had found themselves in the dark. He had only been being polite to the man in the coffee shop, he just wanted to pet his dog. How did he find himself naked in the dark going god knows where.
It had taken, what Frank recons, was about 2 weeks before he showed up. The relief he felt when he opened his eyes and saw the other boy laying on his side, just like he was, staring bug eyed at the captive boy. Frank could see every pore in his pale skin, his eyes where bright and warm. He didn’t even question why he could suddenly see so well, he just could.
“ Gee?” Frank muttered quietly like he was scared the guards would hear, reach into his wooden prison and drag his best friend away. Gerard wasn’t just Franks best friend, it was more than friendship. Only in his first year of college, Gerard was the first person who sat beside him, they smiled coyly at each other and the rest is history. Frank found himself being a little obsessed with the other boy. Everything he did was just so cool and interesting. He did the best art and told the best stories. They shared their love for music and comic books. And then there was the time they shared a kiss, the kiss that had stayed on Franks mind until the next one and the next. It was confusing, it was exciting, it was the first time Frank had felt this way.
“ Dont worry Frankie, Im here” Gerard reached out and stroked the boys face. He could almost feel it. A little smile rippled across Franks chapped, blue lips.
“ I dont know why I am here” Franks voice was gruff having screamed and cried for so long,
“ You cant wonder that Frankie, you might never know. Just remember to pay attention, take note of every detail you can and wait for an opportunity”
“ What if an opportunity never comes” a nervous tear ran down his cheek
“One has to come at some point, you cant be in this box forever” Gerard smiled softly, “ Try to sleep, it will pass the time”. Frank agreed he wanted to sleep, so he closed his eyes, hoping Gerard would be there when he woke up. It was the safest and the most hopeful he felt in the darkness.
Gerard started showing up every couple of days. Frank didn’t question how he would just appear or where he went when he disappeared, his mind skipped those details. But just as he was about to descnd into the darkest parts of his mind, his friend would be there to yank him back out. He was teetering on the edge of sanity but his mind was keeping him alive inside the blackness.
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He wasn’t in the blackness anymore. He was on his knees in front of a tall mirror. The bedroom light was bright and shining in a room with blacked out windows. Standing behind him was the man he called master. He stood tall, his tattooed chest on show as his white button down shirt was open, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Frank shook from his position on the floor. He sat in rest position, one of the positions his master and trainer had drilled into him by any torturous means necessary. He sat back on his heels, his legs spread, hands on his knees, palms facing the sky. This allowed Master to be sure he wasn’t trying anything. His head lowered and eyes down. To look up he would have to be given express permission, so his eyes stayed glued to the floor. A hand in his hair snapped his head back. He tried to not make a single sound, master hated whining.
“ Eyes slave” He commanded letting Frank know he was to look at his master. Carefully he met the mans eyes in the mirror. A step wrong, a movement too fast or too slow could see this man punish Frank for weeks. The fear the slave experienced every time he looked at his master was corroding him from the inside out. Breaking down every inch of him. He knew what was coming, causing every breath to come out in a desperate shudder. “ Are you going to be my good boy tonight Frankie?”. A question, Frank was allowed to reply to a question.
“ Yes Master” He muttered as his Masters rough hand petted his cheek. His master was strong and broad, faded tattoos decorating his abs. The paws of a vintage lion lost under a scar of a bullet wound. An apt decoration for a mafia boss. Franks starved, beaten frame was pasty white were purple bruises, scars and marks did not decorate him. The hand crept under his chin. His hands where calloused from spending most of his free time in the gym, the rough skin scratched his slaves delicate skin.
“ You did well today slave. Did you have fun with my men?” Another question and yet the answer had to be a lie. No, no he had not had fun with his men. Frank had been sitting quietly in his Masters office enjoying a little moments peace while his master yelled down the phone at someone. Frank was often kept by his side, a sign of his importance and high standing. Not everyone could afford a personal slave. Two men had entered his office. They were both rugged, not a brain cell between them but enough muscle that the didn’t need anything else. One of them was the tallest man Frank had ever seen. Master seemed so very pleased with them, he offered them scotch and cigars. Then he offered them Frank.
Scooped up from his position on the floor he was very quickly bent over the arm of Masters expensive leather sofa. There was no foreplay, no preparation. As soon as the men had their zippers down they entered Frank. Penetrating him from each end. It was rough, it was painful but it was simple and over with quickly. He did not experience any of the mind games or torture that many of Masters other men had put him through. He could not have asked for anything easier. They left him used up, their cum dripping down his thigh and his body in a heap on the sofa. Throughout, Master sat at his desk watching lustfully, leant back in his chair, palming his cock through his slacks. Frank expected to be scooped up, bent over his desk and used to final completion. Instead he was ordered off the sofa and onto the floor. The warned to not make a mess on the expensive rug. The matter ended with a “ Ill deal with you later”, letting his slave know that his work was not done.
“ Yes Master, I did” he lied, trying not to shiver at the thought of his aching body being used again by the most sadistic and cruel man. The hand on his chin moved swiftly to the back of his head and pushed him aggressively, causing the slave to fall forward, cheek pressed into the floor, ass in the air revealing his hole.
“ Still gaping, my men opened you up for me” Master did not bend down, instead he placed his foot on Franks lower back. If he had leant into it he would have surely broken the slaves back. “You are such a lucky boy”. There was a few seconds of his masters eyes glaring into him before the man removed his boot from Franks back. “ Rest”. Frank scrambled to return to his original position. Within a blink there was a hand pressed over his mouth. Franks eyes instantly popped out his head in fear.
“ They may have taken you but you will always be mine and I control everything” He used his thumb and fore finger to block the slaves nose. Stopping his ability to breathe. “ Ill decide if you breathe or if you dont”. Frank remained perfectly still, willing himself to stay calm while inside his heart raced wildly. His eyes glazed over, stars dancing across his vision. Time passed and Frank started to wonder if he would breathe again. Just as his eyes began to close the hand was snatched from his mouth and twisted in his hair preventing his oxygen deprived body from falling forward.
The most dramatic gasp filled the boys lungs up again, his body weak. Like a child, he had forgotten how his limbs work. His arms flailing, grabbing at his own skin, as he sucked in all the air he could. His master looked down at him, an amused smirk on his evil face. He held the boy still until calmness set back in, Franks body functioning again and his breathing relaxed. The slave sat back in his rest position, but his eyes plastered to his masters reflection, watching his every move. He had not instructed his slave to put his eyes down and Frank was grateful to be able to watch as the man concocted his torture.
“ Tell me what I control slave” He hissed, his hands moving to this belt buckle.
“ Me Master, I belong to you” Frank whimpered, truly believing every word he spoke. His mind warped from the torture he had experienced over the last year. With his eyes on his slave he started to undo his belt, knowing that his movements frightened the boy in front of him. He released in his slaves sweet face. Big eyes studying him, wet lashes and matted sweaty hair from being pushed and pulled. He was the most precious and expensive thing to his master, but thats all he was, a thing an object, a pet.
“ Good boy, you have learnt so well”. He yanked the belt out his belt loops in one swift motion, making Frank shrink into himself “ And you behaved so well for my men and keep them loyal to me so they can destroy everyone and anyone who threatens me or my empire” He held the belt in both hands and lowered it in front of his face, hovering it in front of his throat. “ So I can continue to look after you”. He knew his words accused Frank of the countless murders ordered by his master and twisted his captivity back on him. Frank would have been crushed, had he been paying attention. Instead his attention was focused on the black leather belt just inches from his throat. He had practically gone crosseyed, his shoulders heaving as his breathing sped up.
“ SLAVE” his master suddenly yelled smacking the belt hard onto his slaves pale thigh. He noticed he had suddenly lost attention and that would not fly. Frank jumped out his skin, pressing into his wounded skin looking desperate.
“ Sorry Master” He whimpered trying to return to rest position but the stress on his mind making it difficult for him to control his limbs. “Im sorry Im sorry”
The belt was back at Franks eye line and moved towards his throat. This time he felt his master pass the belt through the buckle and pull so suddenly the belt made like a leash around his slaves neck. The scared boy couldn’t stop the small noise of protest that escaped his lips. His master didn’t care. He crouched down behind Frank, one hand twisted in the free end of the belt, the other reached around and grabbed Frank by the chin, forcing him to look ahead. Master rolled his wrist, causing the belt to tighten. Frank couldn’t help let out a terrified, squeak. His jaw slacked as his throat was squeezed cutting the oxygen to his lungs once again and the blood getting too his brain. He struggled, unable to stop himself from scratching at the belt but it didn’t last long. Very quickly his body went limp, head lolling forward as unconsciousness took him. His body melting into a heap. Master held him by the belt a little longer before letting go. His head bounced off the floor. Master stood over the corpse like heap below him, like he was watching the blood seep back into the slaves brain. He licked his lips, grinning as he felt a swelling around his crotch. God he loved to watch his pet broken down and helpless, nothing but his little toy.
A loud gasp brought the boy back to life, as if he had woken up from a dream. The belt still hung loosely around his neck. His eyes burst open, darting around the room as he tried to remember what was going on .
“ Master!” He squeaked trying to sit up and get into his rest position as to not upset his master. “ I am sorry sir, I dont know what happened” He whimpered still gasping to fill his lungs up. Master didn’t care for the wellbeing of his stressed slave. Instead he ran his hand down Franks chest and wrapped his fingers around the belt once again. Frank looked at the belt and connected the dots in his fuzzy head, remembering what had happened. He looked at himself in the mirror, his lips were blue and his eyes bloodshot. He could see his ribs sticking out his wafer thin skin. He wanted so badly to look away, crawl under the near by bed and hide, hoping that Gerard would visit him. He always did when Frank was in need.
“ I took your breath away Pet” he ran his hand through Franks hair, pressing a little kiss to the slaves temple. “ You could have died but only I get to decide when you die. Isn’t that right slave” Frank didn’t reply, he was finding it impossible to speak, instead he just nodded his head with as much enthusiasm as he could. “Good, get up “ he hissed standing to his own feet quickly and yanking Frank up by the belt still around his neck. Silently, Frank tried to grasp at the mans shirt to steady himself but his hand was smacked away. He was held in front of his masters large body, an arm over Franks shoulder and across his chest holding him in front of the mirror. He started to shift the belt, tightening it a little, letting the slave know what was coming.
“ No” the word was barely audible and only caused his master to laugh at him, pulling back on the belt so to slowly slow squeeze it tighter, but not quite as tight as last time.
“ Keep your eyes open whore, watch as I end your pathetic life” His voice was rough and dark. Frank wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth, it didnt help his brain was jumbling up words and meaning. All he knew is that he was starting to feel that final sensation. Dizziness starting at the tip of his noes and spreading back, a nauseous, dizzy, spaciness taking him towards unconsciousness. With all the muster he had, he grabbed at his Masters arm. He wasn’t allowed, but his lizard brain told him to do something, save himself. The belt didnt tighten at the speed it had previously, this time it was slowly suffocating him. Master relished in the boys slow death.
“ Sshhhhh whore” He hushed as Frank started to choke, desperately trying to gasp for a final breath. ” do you want to breathe?” Frank could hear the words but couldn’t figure out how to respond, “ I said do you want to breathe Slave”. He put all his might into a single nod. But it was too late, Master was not satisfied with his response. “You are a slave, you are nothing but a slave and you will die a slave”. His eyelids slowly lowered, his knees giving out as he once again slumped to the floor.
Frank was cold for longer than he normally was when Master choked him. His exhausted brain unsure if it was worth waking up again. But there was a fighter inside him and a killer in his heart. Slowly, he because aware of him limbs, they twitched and cramped as his conscious brought him back to life, Eyes flickering open. He felt nothing but ache, everywhere, from his head to his toes. As he tried to figure out where he was he felt his body drop onto the soft pillowing of Masters bed. Frank only got onto Masters bed when Master was in a good mood. Master was often not in a good mood.
“ N…n…noooooo” Frank started to panic, thrashing about, forgetting his place, forgetting who and where he was. Lack of oxygen to his brain had weakened his cognitive function. All he knew is that his brain and body hurt and something was not right. Large hands grabbed at him, holding him down as he thrashed about “ Pleasseee…nooo..hellpp”. Someone was yelling at him, a deep, evil voice but he couldn’t make out any words. He could tell the voice was mad at him. As he slowly opened his eyes, the light burned his pupils adding to the pain. The figure above him had pinned him to the bed by his wrists and was now straddling him, practically crushing the slave with his great mass. He slowly started to figure out shapes, a face, big broad shoulders, strong tattooed arms. His memory switched on like an unwelcome light. He knew who he was, he knew what he was and he knew he had acted out of turn.
“Master…master I am sorry” he whimpered “ I did….” He was cut off by a hard smack, hitting him across the face. It was sharp and meaningful. He knew he was in trouble. It hurt, it hurt so much but squeezed his lips together to hold in a scream. He didn’t need to, a hand was slapped over his mouth.
“ Shut up whore” his face was very close to Franks. The slaves breathes became short and desperate, lack of oxygen passing through Masters hand. He had to focus to not panic, staring straight into the crazed eyes of the man on top of him. “ If you are not good, the next time you will not wake up and I wont hesitate to use your cold dead holes until I have replaced you with a prettier, better behaved slave”. Frank couldn’t help but shiver, he knew the man does not make empty threats. Especially when it came to un-aliving those who had wronged or disobeyed him. “ Am I clear”. He slowly pulled his hand away from Franks mouth.
“ Yes Master” he whispered “ I am sorry Master, I was confused” he added hoping he could win some brownie points. Master just smirked down at him. There was a moment of silence, while Master enjoyed just looking at his precious property, pure lust seeping from his pores at the boys submissive, helplessness.
“ Shhhh slave, your empty little head is of no interest to me” his fingers started gracing Franks cheek. “ Are you going to behave?” The fingers ran over the boys bottom lip and slipped into his mouth. The slave did not move other than a gentle nod of his head, agreeing that he would behave. The fingers pushed further back towards his throat. As soon as they hit the back of his tongue, Frank started choking, his chest heaving and eyelids sagging. It earns him another slap to the same cheek, the pale skin burning and purpling. “Eyes open or do you want me to put you in the dark”. Frank felt himself falling inwards at the thought of being in the dark, Master knew of his fear and often used it against him. He shook his head violently.
“ No master, not the dark Master, please anything but the dark” He panted “ How can I please you master”. He wanted whatever was going to happen to be over so he could sleep. Hopefully in masters big, soft bed. Master watched him, the fear and anticipation in his slaves eyes more delicious than any real torture.
“Get up, hands against the wall” He snapped. The slave felt relieved, He knew what was coming and he could handle it. He just had to behave. Master got off him and let the slave clamber off the bed and too his feet. Moving too quickly he felt dizzy but had to push through it to get his body to the dark green painted walls of his masters room. He pressed his hands to the paint as if being arrested. Turning his head he dared to look at the man, nervous of what he might be doing. “ Eyes on the wall slave” a hand pushed his head into the wall, bashing his forehead against the hard surface. Not a sound slipped the slaves lips as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his head.
Masters hands started searching his slaves body. Frank was used to this, from the first day in Masters home, Master liked to inspect him. He kept himself neat and clean for if there was a hair out of place he would be punished. He managed at first, but as he lost weight and his health declined from mistreatment it became more and more difficult. He would spend as much time sleeping as he could, he didnt get to eat much. Master would often forget to feed him for days, forcing Frank to find a way to ask for food. Sometimes the pain of asking was not worth the crumbs Master would spare him so he would starve until he was found in a lifeless heap by one of the many men or staff that worked in the house.
Hands were pulling his plump butt cheeks apart now kneading them between his fingers. Frank was used to being this exposed to the man that bought him. He really did feel like his body was owned by his Master and therefore, it was Masters right to look at every pieces of him. Kisses started to be pressed into his shoulder blades. Master only started kissing his slave recently. It often happened during sex when Master became frantic and feverishly tried to devour his pet. The first time it happened, Frank cried into the kiss, earning him several hard slaps and a tirade of abuse.
“ My men left you so open” He grunted into Franks ear as his fingers pushed against the boys used entrance. “ Just how you should be slave, open and ready for me whenever I want” a single digit pushed into him. He had to grit his teeth and press his forehead to the wall to keep quiet. It burnt and stung, raw from what the men had done to him only hours before. “ Fuck I own this dont I puppy?”
“ Yes Master” Frank whimpered, obediently answering the question.
“ Master perfect whore, you are nothing without me, made for me” Frank knew these words so well. He hated his life, hated the captivity, the constant fear, the endless pain, the lack of privacy, care and love. But still his brain had warped and now he really was nothing but a slave. A second finger and quickly after a third entered him, it wasn’t about preparing him, it was about hurting him and it worked. The boys legs started to shake, balling his hands into a fist to stop any noise escaping him.
“ Thats it, shake for me you little bitch” He hissed, moving his fingers at a steady rhythm. His arms slipped a little down the wall and the breath he had been holding in came out in a desperate whine. It just hurt too much. “ shhhh whore, give me your body, give me whats mine”. Master fisted his hand in Franks sweaty hair, holding the boys head to the wall. It didnt feel good not one bit. Frank stopped holding back tears and let a flood leave him. He knew Master would be mad, he knew he was not to cry unless master demanded it but sometimes it just wasn’t possible.
“ Master please stop” he cried “ no…stop..noo” he repeated over and over, his pleads becoming screams. The more he cried the more his body tried to fight back. His shaking limbs flailing, trying to break free. Master was shocked by Franks response, he was normally so well behaved, he would have to coax disobedience from the boy. Just so he could relish in the punishment he would dish out. He let go of the boys hair and pulled his fingers from his body, prepared to start an attack. Then Franks head suddenly flew back and collided his Masters lip, causing the mans teeth to dig into his lip and blood to burst forth.
The next few seconds happened in slow motion. Master wipes his lip with his fingers, feeling blood trickle down his chin, a deep growl of anger coming out his throat. Frank dropped to the floor in a heap, well aware that he was in big trouble. In a pathetic attempt to escape he tried to crawl away, creature like and desperate. It was not worth the energy. Time sped up again as a ferocious attack rained down on the slaves weak body. Master was a thug and when angry, his punishments were not creative, not psychological. They were a full on attack.
Masters boots swung and hit over and over again. Franks stomach, Franks chest, Franks back, Franks face. A scream from the slave matched each kick. Each one was more painful than the last. The hits to his stomach made it twist and he started to heave trying to be sick but his stomach was empty so burning bile came up, spilling onto the floor. He tried to beg for forgiveness. He hated that he felt shame for hurting his Master, he deserved his beating, wishing so much that he could take it back.
The assault stopped long enough to yank the slave off the floor and slam him to the wall by the throat. Franks feet floated above the floor as he slowly chocked. Fists swung at his face, very quickly his nose exploded, his lip burst, blood and tears mixed to make a pitiful mixture. He tried to protect his face but masters hands pushed passed his hands with ease. Franks consciousness started to slip away as his head started to roll about on his shoulders.
“ No you dont, no you dont bitch” Once again Frank was tossed onto the bed and Master was on top of him, pinning him down. He looked deep into his slaves eyes, inspecting the damage he had done to his properties pretty face. “ Dont you dare pass out slave” he slapped the boy as Franks eyes sat half closed, his body begging to shut down. “ Stay with me, you dont get to leave me while I remind you of your place”.
Frank opened his mouth to apologies but instead he coughed, blood and spit dribbling out his mouth. Master did not care, he was rock hard and ready to take his slave. Staying sat on Franks body, he lent to he bedside table and fumbled in a drawer for a second before pulling out a blindfold and burlap sack. Franks eyes widened as he saw the blindfold move towards his face.
“ NO MASTER NO NO NOT THE DARK” He squealed with his last ounce of energy, “ Please not the dark” but Master did not care about the slaves trauma. He made quick work of sending his slave into the darkness that scared his so. Making it worse by pulling the sack over his head, dehumanising him further. Sliding down Franks naked, beaten body, he sat between the slaves legs, holding Franks wrists down, stopping him taring off the bag and mask.
“ When slaves hurt their masters they are put down, you are defective, broken, disgusting. You are lucky I haven’t finished with you slave. But your life is hanging by a thread, one more misstep and I will slowly and painfully squeeze every breath out your stupid body” With that he grabbed Franks right ankle and thrust it towards Franks face, throwing his great weight on top of it. It was accidental, but Frank suddenly felt a pop like no other from his hamstring as the muscle tore. He couldn’t help but scream at the very sudden and sharp pain.
“ SCILENCE!” Master roared, anger very very potent in his voice. Inside the bag, Franks mouth hung open ion a silent scream. He knew this new injury was going to inhibit his mobility and existence further. Times like these he wished master would take his last breath. Pressing Franks ripped limb to his shoulder he fumbled for a few seconds before filling his slave with his fat cock. No lube, no care, no opportunity for the boy to get used to his great length, Master had hit that feverish level and he just needed to relieve himself in his slave.
It was a familiar pain that Frank had learnt to deal with. He focused on arranging his mind. Think about how the pain was almost over, master would be finished soon. Once he was finished, it would be over. He tried to to shake the dark flooding him with memories of his time in the box. His mind felt like it would explode.
Master finished quick. Sometimes Master would draw out sex for as long as he could, plowing into his slave in long deep strokes, enjoying just being inside him, fulfilling a desire for intimacy inside his heartless self. This was not about intimacy, this was about getting the job done.
“ Urghhh fucking stupid whore” grunted, pulling out and rolling off his slave, leaving his hole leaking cum. Just another fluid soaking Franks body. Frank lay very very still, a different type of dizziness coming over him, it was like he floating. His body felt cold and empty. Aware of his wounds but he did not feel all the pain that was once there.
“ Frankie its okay” A soft voice in the dark whispered. Frank opened his eyes, confused and dissociated. Twisting his head to the side he set his eyes on Gerard who was sitting crossed legged on the bed next him. He was wearing a big washed out Smashing Pumpkins hoodie and soft cotton pyjama pants. He looked soft and loving.
“ Gee” Frank squeaked, delighted to see his friend. “ Gee look what he did to me” his voice was high pitched and needy. He tried to reach up to his face but his hands could move, they felt bound to something but still he knew his friend could see what he was talking about. His face was swollen and bloody, one of his eyes swollen shut. His throat had two welts that circled the circumference of his neck. All the way down his skeletal frame there was thick, dark purple bruises, he couldn’t be sure there was no internal bleeding.
“ Shhhh Frankie, I can see” he hushed, smiling so softly at his friend. “ you are still so beautiful you know”. The words where like a warm blanket to Frank, he loved when Gerard appeared soo much. “ I miss you so much you know, I wish you were home”
“Me too” Frank snivelled as if he was only at camp or something. “ I want to leave”
“ I know, but remember you need to be patient, keep your eyes and ears open, take in every detail you can and wait for your moment” When Gerard spoke like this to Frank it made him nervous, nervous while also making him feel brave, “and your time will come, I know it will, just wait”. Thats gave Frank hope, he knew Gerard was right, Gerard was always right about everything
“ I know Gee, I just cant wait to be back with you, I want to go to Millies Milk and get ice cream and head to the skate park with you. I love when we do that” Frank smiled at the memory, another warm blanket.
“ I remember you being so mad the day they ran out of mint choc chip and on the same day you landed that trick you had been going on and on about. Ive never seen anyone look so miserable then so happy” Gerard poked “ you are such a grip when you dont get what you want”. Frank giggled and blushed through his bruised cheeks.
“ I love skating, I hope im still better than you when I get out of here”
“ You are only better than me because you are small, your centre of gravity is lower”. Frank giggled again furrowing his brow at his friends nonsense.
“ Now that you are gone, I go on my own sometimes but its not the same, I hate skating alone, there is nobody to celebrate with when I dont fall on my face” his tone changed from jokey to more solum.
“ I dont want you to make new friends and forget about me”
“How could I ever forget about you baby” their voices where a hushed whisper now, tension thick between them, he wanted so badly to lean forward and press a thousands kisses on his friends handsome face but the last time he had tried that he couldn’t feel the other boy there and it hurt his heart more than anything.
An aching sensation started creeping up his legs, his toes curled as pain took over every inch of his frame. He closed his eyes for only a quick moment to let out an agonising moan. When he opened them again Gerard was gone. Things had changed, he was suddenly aware of the chains that bound his hands to the bedpost, holding him on his back arms stretched painfully above his head. Master snored beside him. He could feel the dried blood that was smeared over his skin. Master had not allowed him any covers so his body shivered from the cold room. He closed his eyes again, squeezing them shut
“ Gee come back, please Gee come back” He mouthed over and over.