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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/OMC, Frank_Iero/Bert_McCracken
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Original_Male_Character(s), Bert_McCracken
  Additional Tags:
      Prequel, Mail_order_husband, Kidnapping, Forced_Marriage, Forced
      Relationship, Homelessness, Forced_Drug_Use, Physical_Abuse, Sexual
      Abuse, Neglect, Minor_Character_Death
  Series:
      Part 1 of Male_Order_Frank
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-18 Updated: 2017-06-09 Chapters: 10/12 Words: 13193
****** This Is the Life I Chose ******
by MizErie
Summary
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     Frank is confident he can make a better life for himself somewhere
     else. Things are harder than he thought, and with little street
     sense, it’s hard to tell the good guys from the bad.
(This is the prequel to "Who_Buys_a_Husband_Online_Anyway?!”)
Notes
     This is gifted to haidurfrerard for being the one who got me to write
     this! Thank you, darling!
     Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with My Chemical Romance or the
     guys that make up the band. No part of this is true; it is purely a
     fictional story. Any part of this story that resembles real life is
     only coincidental. No parts of this story may be reproduced or used
     without permission.
***** Goodbye Forever! *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
A Cool Day in Late Winter
Frank slams his bedroom door, the sound echoing through the now quiet house.
Just moments ago, Frank had been in a screaming match with his parents yet
again. But Frank has had enough this time.
He throws his clothes into a couple of bags haphazardly, trying to make his
escape fast instead of organized. Frank bangs around as he contemplates what he
actually needs versus what he wants to take with him. His large collection of
CDs is going to have to stay unfortunately; it’s just too bulky to carry
around. He’s not so stupid that he doesn’t realize this means he’s going to be
living on the street for a short while. Or at least he hopes it’s only a short
while. He’s a young, able body, so surely he’ll be able to find a job.
With three bags in hand and his favorite blanket, Frank storms out of his room,
intentionally stomping his feet. His fretful mother stands from the arm chair.
“Frank, please! I’ll talk with your father, but please don’t do this! I want
you to stay!” Linda wrings her hands the entire time she’s begging him, but
Frank takes no notice.
“No, Mom! I’m really leaving this time!” he shouts. “I’m better off somewhere
else!” Frank brushes past her toward to the front door.
“Frank, it’s dangerous out there, and—” Frank cuts her off by turning swiftly
and glaring at her.
“It’s less dangerous than here, I can tell you that!” His eyes flicker up to
this father for a second, the man that seems completely oblivious to commotion.
His mother glances over her shoulder at Frank Sr. and then back to Frank.
“He’s just angry,” she states quietly, hoping her husband won’t hear her. “Just
give him time to cool off, and I’ll talk to him.”
“Let him go!” Frank Sr.’s voice booms from across the room. “He’ll come
crawling back in a few days when he wants something to eat!” The man shifts in
his seat then mumbles, “Ungrateful little punk.”
Linda places a gentle hand on Frank’s arm, but Frank pulls away. “Talking to
him never helps, Mom. He’s a senile old bastard, and talking to him can’t fix
that!” Frank knows his father heard him by the barely contained cringe the man
tries to hide.
Frank jerks open the door and slams it after walking out. The wind has a slight
sting to it as it blows across Frank’s bare skin, but winter is almost over;
it’s been warmer and warmer with each passing day. Frank takes one last glance
at the house as he makes it to the edge of the yard. Looking ahead again, a
smile curls Frank’s lips.
There is no price too high for this kind of freedom. Or so Frank thinks.
Chapter End Notes
     This is going to be written in a similar style to "Who Buys a Husband
     Online Anyway?!". Because of its content, this story isn't going to
     have that light feel its sequel has though. My hope is that once this
     is finished, both stories will blend seamlessly together as if there
     hasn't been over a year of time between the writings of them!
     As with "Who Buys a Husband...", I don't intend to spends hours
     obsessing over each detail, instead writing this rather quickly with
     short chapters.
     I hope you all enjoy learning how Frank came to be Gerard's husband!
     xo Miz
***** Let Me Save You. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Three Weeks Later
Frank snuggles into his blanket a little deeper. He curses himself for not
bringing a thicker one. A week after he left home, an unpredicted storm brought
three inches of fresh snow on top of an inch of ice. A small group of older men
allow Frank to sit near their fire, but they refuse to share their food with
him. As he watches them eat the scraps they gather together, his stomach
grumbles angrily at him.
The thought of running back home and begging to be allowed in crosses his mind.
“Dad can’t win,” he tells himself, and one of the older guys tosses a glance
his way. Frank looks away, pretending he didn’t see him looking.
He didn’t think finding a job would be this hard. He didn’t think living on the
street would be this hard.
In the alley, there’s a hierarchy. Everyone has a responsibility to do
something for the group. If they fail to do it, the entire group has to do
without. Unfortunately for Frank, there’s not an opening in their pseudo
society. Or so Teddy, the guy that seems to be the alpha male, tells him. Frank
is sure the guy just doesn’t like him.
As for finding a real job, Frank has to rely on on-the-spot interviews.
Otherwise the employers have no way of contacting him. But most of them won’t
hire a seventeen year old. To make things worse, his clothes are beginning to
smell of the dumpster he curls up next to every night, and Frank is covered in
dirt. No one in their right mind will hire a dirty, homeless kid, and Frank
knows it.
Frank's stomach growls again, reigning in his wondering mind. How bad can
eating other people’s trash be? At this point, anything would be tasty he
thinks.
Frank climbs up from his tiny corner of the alley and walks towards one of the
trash cans near the street.
“Hey! Whaddya think ya doin’, kid?!” Teddy shouts, following Frank quickly.
“I’m just hungry,” Frank whimpers. “I was going to look for some food.”
Teddy steps between Frank and the aluminum can and crosses his arms. “Not here.
This food belongs to us.” Frank drops his head. He rubs his stomach as he
shuffles back to his spot and blanket.
Frank tries to get comfortable so he can get some sleep. That is, if he’s able
to sleep with his hungry belly. He sees Teddy talking to a clean cut guy at the
entrance to the alley. Frank glances at the rest of the men gathered around the
fire, and they all looking at him and whispering amongst themselves. A wave of
nausea passes through Frank, and he knows it’s not caused by his hunger.
Suddenly Teddy walks back to his circle of men while the younger man he was
talking to makes his way towards Frank. The alley grows eerily quiet.
“Are you hungry?” the man asks. Frank just looks at him from under his brows.
“Would you like a place to stay?” Frank just continues glaring at the man. The
man shifts from one foot to another and then kneels down on one knee. “My name
is Joshua. I help young men like yourself get off the street. I just want to
give you a chance at a better life.” Joshua reaches his hand out for Frank to
shake it. Frank cautiously takes it.
“Frank,” he mumbles.
“It’s nice to meet you, Frank. So, would you like a place to stay and something
to eat or should I take my generosity elsewhere?”
Frank eyes the men around the fire. They are all staring at him, weighing Frank
down with their gazes. Frank looks back at Joshua.
“I don’t have any money. I can’t pay you.”
“I think we can figure something out later. Right now, let’s just get you clean
up and nursed back to health. What do you say?” Frank knows he doesn’t belong
here in the alley, and this Joshua guy seems genuine enough.
“Um, okay,” Frank says with a small nod of his head. He begins to gather his
few belonging.
“Just leave all of that here. You won’t need it, and besides, the smell won’t
ever come out of it.” Frank has no problems leaving this part of his life
behind, and he quickly follows Joshua to a shiny, black car.
Within hours, Frank is showered, has a full belly, and is wearing clean pajamas
as he climbs into a soft bed for a good night's sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     I don't think this is the best thing I've ever written, but I'm
     struggling to get anything out right now. Thank you for reading!
     xo Miz
***** Please, no! *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
One Month Later
A week after Joshua extended his generosity to Frank, he informed his newest
house guest that in exchange for all Frank was receiving, he would have to be
trained like all the other boys. Frank had noticed all the other boys acting
strangely, heads always down and speaking only when spoken to by Joshua or the
rest of the staff.
Frank now understands why they behave in such a manner. The so called training
is unrelenting and nearly inhumane. Last week, one of Joshua's staff, Chris,
was in the middle of a lesson when Frank spoke out of turn. The other two boys
immediately assumed a position that Frank had heard called "Submission," a
lesson Frank hadn't received yet. He knew he was in trouble with Chris, yet
after only a slight pause and blatantly ignoring Frank's comment, Chris
continued on with his lesson.
Frank thought he had dodged a bullet and by dinner had almost forgotten about
it. Until Chris stood up and called for everyone's attention. The only time the
staff addresses the students at dinner is to dole out punishments.
"Today a student spoke without being spoken to. Two other students witnessed
this incident," Chris stated. "Students, what is the punishment for this
infraction?"
"Ten cane strikes," they spoke in unison. Frank's heart fell.
"Correct," Chris said, clearly full of himself. "Tonight between dinner and
evening chores, Frank Iero will receive ten cane strikes out in the courtyard."
Chris took his seat again, and without being directed to, the other students
went back to eating. Suddenly Frank wasn't very hungry.
Once the meal was over, everyone filed out of the dining hall in two silent
lines. Frank was called to the front while the other students settled down on
the grass.
"Strip," Chris said. Frank hesitated. With spite in his voice, Chris stated,
"Strip or you'll get 20 lashes with the cat of nine tails." Frank had witnessed
another student get lashes from that a few days before. It took chunks of flesh
out of the boy's back, and he was expected to stay in the infirmary at least
another week, if not longer. Frank swallowed hard then started removing his
clothes. As soon as he was completely bare, two of the staff grabbed his arms
and drug him over to a large, wooden X. Quickly his wrists and ankles were
shackled to the wood, spreading Frank's body out in a standing spread eagle and
exposing his entire backside.
"Frank Iero," Chris began, "you are guilty of speaking without permission. You
are to receive ten strikes of the cane for this transgression. You will count
off each strike. If you fail to call the count, another strike will be added.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Frank's fear permeated his voice. As quickly as his voice faded,
Frank heard the whistling of the wooden rod moving quickly through the air. The
sound of it making contact with his skin hit him a split second before the
pain. Frank screamed out in agony.
"Add another strike," Frank heard Chris say before addressing him. "We can't
hear you, Frank."
"One," Frank managed to force out from behind gritted teeth. The next three
strikes, each one just slightly lower than the last, Frank barely got the count
out. The fifth strike fell across Frank's lower back. Frank's legs gave way,
and his feet began tingling. Still Frank called the count; he was determined to
only get eleven blows.
As the beating continued, the courtyard was silent except for Frank's whimpered
numbers. By the time Frank reached eleven, he hardly realized it was over.
Devin, whom Frank heard called Devin the Devil in secret by many of the
students, held Frank upright while Chris unshackled him and then allowed Frank
to collapse into Devin's big arms.
For a week now, Devin has been Frank's primary caregiver. He has gently nursed
Frank back to health causing Frank to not understand the nickname. He has even
taught Frank the Submissive, claiming it would help Frank stay out of trouble.
"Sit up," Devin's deep voice instructs, the cooling menthol oil he has rubbed
into Frank's bruises for the past week in one hand. Frank obeys without
hesitation. Devin's strong hands begins massaging the oil into Frank's back.
Frank lets his head loll forward. An involuntary sound slips past his lips.
"I think you're ready for your first private lesson," Devin says. Frank doesn't
like the sound of Devin's voice. He raises his head and feels Devin's breath on
the shell of his ear.
"Just relax," Devin whispers. "The first lesson's always the hardest. But
relaxing will make it better, make it easier for you." Frank tries to do as
Devin says, but the tone of the older man's voice scares him. "Take your
clothes off and lay down on your stomach on the bed."
Frank wants to disobey him, but the thought of another beating forces him to
comply. He feels Devin settle down over his thighs. At first all Devin does is
continue massaging Frank's back. Frank quickly realizes that Devon's hands are
moving lower and lower.
"Permission to speak, sir?"
"For now."
"I'm not gay, sir." Frank hold his breath waiting for the reply.
Devin laughs softly. "Of course you're not. Why would you need training for an
attribute you already possessed?" Frank stiffens his body as Devin's hand
brushes across his bare ass.
"Do you know why they call me the devil, Frank?" Frank remains silent, afraid
of admitting the students call him by that nickname. "It's okay. I know they
call me that. And once you know why, you'll understand why I consider it a
compliment." Devin starts running a finger over Frank's ass crack, each stroke
running a little deeper. "You see, Frank, I make you want it. I make you
desperate for it. Eventually, I'll make you beg me for it."
Devin slowly circles Frank's entrance, and Frank can feel his body becoming
aroused even as he fights it. Devin watches Frank's breathing increase as he
continues the small motion of his finger.
Frank eventually grips the pillow tightly with both hands and then buries his
face in it.
"Please, sir," Frank calls out from the pillow, his voice a mix of pleasure and
pain.
"Please what, Frank?" Devin taunts him, pressing only slightly harder against
the small ring of muscle.
"I don't know, sir," Frank whimpers. "Anything." Devin hears Frank's reluctance
give way to consent.
Frank feels the warmth of Devin's hand leave his skin. A plastic caps snaps,
and soon the warmth is back. Devin's fingers are now slick though. Frank knows
what's coming next, but at this point he needs release. Devin presses against
Frank's entrance until it yields to him. As the finger finds Frank's prostate,
Frank can't stop a guttural sound. He grips the pillow tighter, trying to fight
the urge to press down on Devin's hand.
"It's okay, Frank. Just relax and enjoy it." Devin's voice is soothing,
comforting, and Frank allows himself to give in. His hips begin moving
rhythmically, alternating between rubbing his erect dick on the bed and
pressing up against Devin's hand.
Frank sucks in a deep breath and then grunts loudly as he cums on the bed.
Slowly Devin withdrawals his finger. He wipes his hand and then lies down next
to Frank, carding his fingers through Frank's hair.
Devin presses a chaste kiss to Frank's head as Frank continues floating in
bliss. "You did exceptionally well for your first lesson, Frank. I'm proud of
you."
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry it took me so long to post a new chapter. My life has been
     full of chaos, and the few minutes of time I had for writing was
     spent on my novel.
     Hopefully I will be back to posting more chapters for this and
     Frank's journal soon.
     My love to you all!
     xo Miz
***** I'm Sorry! *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Six Weeks Later
"Tell me I'm not your favorite student," Frank murmurs, eyes heavily lidded
after yet another private lesson with Devin. The teacher sighs.
"Frankie," he says as he runs his fingers through Frank's long hair. "You know
I don't keep favorites. I can't have favorites. Not here."
"Well, I happen to know that I'm at least one of your favorites." A pious grin
plays on the younger man's lips. Devin lifts his head to look at him, even
though Frank's eyes are completely closed now.
"And you'd have knowledge of that how?"
Frank raises an eyebrow but doesn't open the eye beneath it. "With skillful
observation. The students you like better have more private lessons than the
ones you prefer less. And I'm pretty sure I get more than two students' fair
share." Devin puts his head back down on the pillow.
"Am I that obviously?" Devin's voice is tinged with hurt.
Frank turns his head and looks at him. "No. That's why I said 'skillful
observation' and not just observation. And considering no one speaks of their
private lessons, no one knows of any other's prowess." Frank snuggles in a
little closer and nuzzles his check into Devin's bicep. "Besides, we have
lessons in modesty that prohibit such talk anyway."
They lie still for a while after Devin circles his arms around Frank's smaller
frame. He knows he must put an end to this moment, to follow the instructions
given to him just hours before. He has to teacher Frank his last lesson. It is
the one lesson Devin hates. Finally drawing his strength together, the teacher
draws in a deep breath.
"Not yet. Don't send me away just yet," Frank whines, and disgust rips through
Devin's gut.
"You're not going back to your room just yet, if at all tonight, Frankie. I
have one other lesson I must teach you." The older man's voice is heavy with
guilt, and Frank doesn't understand the reason why.
"Look, if it's about the favorite student thing, I ..."
"It's complicated, Frank." Devin huffs as he climbs up from the bed and starts
pacing the floor. Frank sits upright in the bed just waiting for this new
lesson. "You are one of my favorites. Actually, there's never been another boy
come through these doors that I have cared for more, Frankie. And to be honest,
I'm doing you a disservice by not ... Frank, I haven't taught you what you need
to know to survive what becomes of you after this place." The teacher scrubs
his hands over his face. The words are more difficult to say than he thought
they would be.
Frank squirms on the bed but encourages him to keep talking. "What happens
after here, Devin? What are all the lessons about?"
Devin turns his back to Frank. He can't bear to see Frank's reaction to what he
about to say. He doesn't want Frank to know of anything beyond this moment. He
wants Frank's future to be a different path.
"You've been sold, Frank. Some wealthy entrepreneur bought you from Joshua, and
you are to be delivered to him in two days." Frank's panicked gasp causes Devin
to rush back to the bed. "I tried to buy you myself. I tried to save you every
way I could think of, from trying make you a mentor here for the other boys to
making up reasons you wouldn't be fit to sell. And I failed, Frankie. The more
desperate I got, the more determined Joshua was to get you out of here. This
guy he's sold you to ... Frank, this guy is bad. He goes through boys faster
than we can supply them to him, strong boys, Frankie, and you're not that
strong."
"I ... I don't understand," Frank mutters. His innocent face tears at what
little dignity Devin has left.
"Frank, we take boys that won't be missed, train them to be submissive, and
then then sell them like mail order brides through a website." Frank backs away
from Devin, suddenly unsure of his feelings towards the older man.
"But, I'm a person! You can't sell me; I'm not property." The teacher lowers
his head.
"Do you remember the contract you signed? When you were cold and hungry and
dirty and just desperate? The paper Joshua had you sign?" Frank nods, and Devin
sighs. "In the fine print it makes you Joshua's property. It's how he gets paid
to get kids off the street."
A long silence hangs between the two of them. Frank recalls Joshua telling him
that Frank would repay him someday, but this isn't anything he could have ever
imagined. He looks back at Devin's concerned filled face.
"So, uh ... What's next? I mean, What about this guy do I need to know?" Devin
can tell that Frank is trying to be stronger than he really is, trying to be
the man he has yet grown to be. Now more than ever, Devin wishes he could have
Frank for his own.
"He's a sadist, Frank. He wants extreme submission." The teacher can no longer
watch the boy's eyes fill with tears and looks away. When he speaks again,
Frank can hear his sorrow and shame. "Frankie, your last lesson is complete
submission." Before Frank can react, Devin has him pinned to the bed. He can
feel Frank's rapid pulse from holding so tightly to Frank's wrists. His
favorite boy, the only one that ever got to him, is protesting in terror and
agony, and Devin's not sure he can teach this last lesson to his final student.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I don't want to hurt you ... but I have to."
Chapter End Notes
     Maybe Devin's nickname fits him better than we thought. Or maybe not.
     I'm curious to see what people think of Devin now.
     Yey! Another chapter update! I might actually get this finished soon.
     As always, I appreciate your patience and reading the updates as they
     slowly come along!! My love to you all!
     xo Miz
***** I Refuse to Die! *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Six Days Later
Frank lies on the large, soft bed, tucked in with silk sheets that would make
even the most luxurious spas jealous. But despite the comfort the bed exudes,
Frank is so sore and stiff he can hardly move. Compared to the extreme and
repeated sexual abuse he has endured the last three days at the hands of the
man soon to be his husband, Frank's last night with Devin is almost to be
wished for.
Frank listens for a moment. The wing of the mansion he's in is quiet, so Frank
allows his thoughts to wash over him, believing he is safe for the moment. No
matter what he thinks of though, his thoughts keep ending up back on Devin, on
the last thing his former teacher said to him.
"The worst punishments aren't physical, Frankie. Joshua is making sure I get
mine."
Frank holds his own hand, trying hard to believe it's Devin's. He wants to live
in that last moment with Devin forever. The way Devin didn't care that others
could see his affection for Frank, the way he held on as long as he could to
Frank's hand as Joshua dragged Frank away. Over and over in Frank's mind plays
the last kiss Devin gave him, placed lovingly on Frank's cheek as Frank
breathed his name so that only the two of them could hear it.
"I see you're ready for another round." Frank startles at Bert's voice. He
knows the torture is about to start again. "I can safely assume that raging
erection isn't from thoughts of me, but I can live with that for now."
Frank withdraws from the man, simultaneously pressing on his hard cock in a
pathetic attempt to make it go away. He hadn't even realized he was turning
himself on.
Bert jerks Frank's hand away, twisting Frank's arm around until it feels like
his elbow will break. The man knocks Frank back with a slap of his other hand
and climbs on top of his newest plaything. With a steel grip, Bert pulls on
Frank's dick.
"You see, I might not arouse you in such a fashion yet, boy, but I know how to
stop it with others." Bert already scares Frank, but something tells Frank
scared isn't fearful enough right now. Bert uses Frank's length as a handle to
reposition them both, and Frank has to fight back tears from the pain, from the
feeling of this mad man trying to pull his cock out by its roots. Before Frank
can regain his composure, Bert is hilt deep inside of him. Bert doesn't seem to
care that his death grip is bending Frank's length in unnatural, painful
positions, but Frank is more concerned that he is still extremely hard and
excruciatingly sensitive.
Bert plunders Frank's body, taking what he wants while beating and bruising the
rest. And after three endless days of it, Frank hardly has the energy to fight
anymore. In one last ditch effort, Frank tried to free his dick from the
monster's hand. Bert digs his nails in, but Frank won't give up. At this point,
he'll give this man the sex, but he refuses to be made impotent in the process.
He claws at the vice grip, slowly prying this hand from his manhood.
As soon as Bert's hand slips off, Frank collapses. Bert uses his now free and
bloody hand to sink a hard punch in Frank's stomach. Frank gasps as he also
tries to keep from vomiting. With the violent motions of the man on top of him,
Frank can't get a good breath and becomes suspended in sleep's twilight.
What feels like hours later, Frank rouses to a terrible pain in his abdomen. He
carefully inspects himself as he has done countless times already. No ribs
appear broken, so he runs his fingers lower. The farther south he ventures, the
more intense the belly pain becomes. Frank is unable to locate a source of the
pain. He continues checking his body for injuries until he is shocked to find
his cock still engorged with blood. With gentle touches, Frank checks his
length. All down the shaft, he finds scratches and blood, both dry and still
wet. At the base of his dick, he finally understands why his abdomen is aching.
A string is tightly wound around it and his balls, preventing the blood from
escaping and prolonging his erection. Panicked, Frank tried to figure out how
to remove the impediment.
"That's not allowed," Bert states. Frank's stomach churns at the thought this
psychopath was just idly watching Frank check the damage he caused.
"It hurts," Frank whimpers.
"Of course it does. That's the point. And it will continue to hurt until you
can no longer stand the thought of whomever it was that caused your arousal to
begin with." The man picks up a small box and crosses the large room. He
settles himself down on the bed next to Frank. "Attempt to remove it, boy, and
I'll put it on tighter. After all, I don't require my boys to have a penis. Do
we understand each other?" Frank can only nod his head yes. "Good. Now let's
get you cleaned up. I paid too much for you to leave you in such a condition."
Frank never takes his eyes off the man as Bert dabs an antiseptic soaked cotton
ball on Frank's open wounds. He almost swears the greasy haired man delights in
each of Frank's groans from the medicine's sting. Bert finally reaches Frank's
cock. With less care about Frank's comfort, he douses the wounds with more
antiseptic than he used on the rest of the wounds. Frank hisses but keeps his
gaze trained on Bert . As Bert goes about tending to Frank, Frank has a sudden
realization that he really is nothing more than a possession to this man and
that's the only reason his wounds are being cared for. Frank looks away as Bert
cleans up the first aid supplies.
"Glare at me the next time I clean you up, boy, and I won't be so gentle." With
that, Bert leaves their bedchamber, never having made eye contact with Frank.
Frank tries to cover himself up, but even the slight friction of the silk
sheets is more than his swollen cock can bear. He manages to roll onto his side
with minimal pain. For a moment, he places his hand flush against his length.
His dick is hot and rock hard and throbs with the desire for release. Release
Frank fears won't come for days.
Chapter End Notes
     I know this is taking a painfully long time, but I sincerely
     appreciate those of you that are still awaiting updates! My love goes
     out to each and every reader!
     (By the way, what did you think of Bert McCracken? *shivers* I really
     don't like him, and I don't just mean the character.)
     xo Miz
***** Together We Stand. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Three Months Later
Frank watches Devin cross the cafeteria to sit alone at the far end of the
faculty's table. To anyone new, Devin would appear to be just another boy in
training except for the fact he's much older than a boy. For the two months
Frank has been back at Joshua's training compound for boys, he's been unable to
get alone with his former teacher. Frank knows Devin is avoiding him, but he
can't figure out why.
"Let's go!" a voice demands behind him. Frank just continues to sit where he
is, not moving even his gaze. "Now, Frank!" Devin grimaces at the name, and
Frank knows it's the only reaction he's going to get.
"And I'm going where?" he asks as he stands up.
"Joshua wants you in his office," Joshua's assistant states as he grabs Frank's
arm and shoves him forward.
Once they reach Joshua's outer office, the assistant keeps a hold of Frank's
arm while he opens the office door and announces, "It's here."
"Send him in," Joshua says, and Frank is once again shoved forward. After an
awkward moment of silence, Joshua looks up from his desk. "Do you need
something, Steven?"
"It's in here. I'd rather not leave it alone with you." Frank is growing tired
of being called it already. Apparently Joshua's not to keen on it either.
"He will be fine. He's not going to do anything stupid. Isn't that right,
Frank?" Frank jerks his arm away.
"Yes, sir."
Once alone Joshua motions for Frank to sit down as he settles in his own chair.
He's aware that Frank is merely going through the motions of being submissive,
that Frank is actually rather headstrong. As Bert put it when he returned
Frank, "the boy just won't lay down and take it."
"We have a mess of a situation here, Frank. You see, I'm providing you a
service by feeding and sheltering you, but you have no way to repay me. It's
hard to sale a boy twice, and especially one that isn't willing to play his
part." Joshua draw in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "And here's the
kicker, Frank. I would actually like to bring you on as a staff member, but you
and Devin have this history that's just juicy gossip around here, and I can't
have the rest of the boys believing they can get in good with one of the
instructors to get out of being sold. Do you see my predicament?"
Frank raises his eyes to Joshua's. "I'm assuming you have a solution."
"I'm proposing this. I will continue to allow you to live here and provide for
your needs as long as you help me keep business going." Joshua pauses for a
moment, and Frank wants to go over the desk at him.
"I'm not helping you kidnap boys off the street," he states bluntly. Joshua
sighs and scratches his forehead.
"Sometimes I have buyers that want to test drive our product, Frank. I know
that sounds like a worse fate, but the real truth is that I can assure you that
you'd be better cared for in those men's care because I can set up rules for
how you can and cannot be treated. No abuse of any sort will be permitted."
Frank scoffs. "Frank, it's a win-win."
"I'm going to shoot it to you straight, Josh."
"Joshua."
"All I have to do is be your whore on loan for this to all work, and we both
know I'm not a good example of the type of submissive boys you turn out here.
I'm not sure how you expect this to actually work out for you."
Joshua smirks. "I think I know how to make you participate, Frank. I'll expect
your acceptance of my offer first thing in the morning. I have a client
awaiting your arrival tomorrow afternoon. You're dismissed."
As Frank walks back through the cafeteria toward his room, he sees the empty
chair Devin had been sitting in when Frank was escorted out. He sighs and
continues walking. Frank is heading down his corridor when he spots the former
teacher standing next to Frank's door. His step quickens.
"I've been trying to talk to you," he whispers as he approaches the taller man.
He stops dead in his tracks when Devin looks up at him, ignoring Frank's
comment. Devin's eyes are hard, and his body language is defensive.
"No matter what happens tonight, don't give in, Frankie." Frank takes another
step closer. Devin raises a shaky hand like he wants to caress Frank's cheek
but instead lowers it down on Frank's shoulder after a second. He leans in and
places a soft, quick kiss on Frank's cheek. "Don't let them use me against
you," he whispers in Frank's ear. Then as suddenly as Frank found him, Devin is
gone.
Frank stands dumbfounded. He wants to know what Devin knows, what would make
Devin break the silence between them that he has worked so hard to maintain.
The teacher obviously knows enough to tell Frank not to become Joshua's whore.
Frank put his fingers over where Devin had kissed him and finally manages to go
into his room. He loses himself in his thoughts, confused by the events of the
last hour. Joshua has never broken his word to Frank. He may not be the most
trustworthy person, but Joshua guards his words carefully to not make any
promises he can't keep. And he told Frank that Frank would be protected if he
played his part in this. And what if Frank chooses not to represent Joshua's
product? Will he end up back on the street, hungry and dirty? Will his fate be
even worse? What would scare Devin so badly that Devin would chance approaching
Frank to warn him not to take the deal? What is Joshua planning to force Frank
to comply with his wishes? What are all the unknown aspects in this situation?
Frank hears a sudden commotion outside of his door. He opens it to find two of
Joshua's goons dragging Devin down the hall.
One of the goons laughs eerily. "Oh, Mr. Joshua is going to love to learn about
this! He's been waiting for his opportunity to take a pound of your flesh for
what you've done!"
Frank's breath catches, but he forces himself to follow them down the hall.
Devin is dragged out into the courtyard where Joshua and several other staff
members wait.
"String him up," Joshua commands as Frank slips into the courtyard. The two
goons holding Devin begin stripping off his clothes. Flashes of past
punishments cross Frank's mind, and he has a sudden rush of courage.
"I demand to know what he's being punished for," Frank declares. Joshua already
has a smug grin on his lips as he turns to face Frank.
"How did I know you wouldn't be too far away," Joshua states. Devin groans as
he's strapped to the large, wooden X.
"The rules state that no one can be punished without knowing their
transgression, Joshua. He has a right to know why you are about to beat him!"
Frank steps forward another two paces, his hands instinctively balling into
fists. The goon not tying Devin up steps between Frank and Joshua.
"I'm pretty sure he knows why he's being punished. But this might be good for
you to know as well. Devin was caught in one of the students' corridors, your
corridor as a matter of fact. Since he can no longer be trusted to teach
students without becoming emotionally involved, he has been barred from any
contact with the student body. He knew the rules, and yet he was spotted
talking to you and later found lingering outside of your door." Joshua crosses
his arms over his chest, satisfied that Frank seems infuriated.
"Let him go." Frank doesn't know where his courage is coming from, but he is
beginning to see all the things that were unknown to him just moments before.
"And I should do that why? He clearly broke the rules." Joshua motions for the
goon to move and walks right up to Frank. Frank looks over his shoulder at
Devin and catches his eyes.
"Frank, no. Please ..." Devin pleads softly. Joshua laughs at him, and Frank
loses his self control.
"It was my fault! I kept trying to catch him alone, talk to him. I provoked him
until he came to tell me to back off and leave him alone!" Frank lies, and
Devin continues whispering "No, Frank, no," under his breath. "If anyone should
be punished, it's me." Joshua laughs, and something tells Frank he just made
the situation worse.
"String them both up, face to face." Joshua's tone is dark and sadistic. "And
double the count to 40." Frank's clothes are immediately pulled off of him. As
the staff ties him to the wooden X opposite his former teacher -- his former
lover, Frank will now admit -- Devin leans forward and kisses Frank hard.
"I told you not to give in." Frank manages to get Devin's fingers between his
own.
"I haven't, but I'm not going to let you take a beating for me." A tear slides
down Devin's face.
"I deserve what I get, Frankie. I should have never pulled you in with me."
The canes whistle through the air and make cracking sounds as they strike both
of them at the same time. Neither of them calls the count, an unspoken
resolution between them to take what is thrown at them together.
Chapter End Notes
     So Devin the Devil returns. I didn't know he was going to be such a
     large part of this story! Any opinions on him?
     And this makes two new chapters in one week! Yey! The next chapter is
     almost done, so I should have it up in a few days. I'm really pouring
     this story out right now, so I'm hoping to get it completed before I
     have to stop writing again. Cross your fingers for me please!
     xo Miz
***** My Way or No Way. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The Next Morning
Frank walks down his corridor and through the cafeteria. He's never had a
beating like last night's. Enraged that neither Devin nor Frank would call the
count, Joshua kept instructing the staff to keep going until the canes broke.
By the time they finally did, Devin had taken 77 strikes and Frank 83. Both of
them could hardly breathe once taken off the X. Though still in severe pain,
Frank makes his way to Joshua's office unaided and alone.
He knocks on the door, and it opens abruptly. Joshua stands there, a snarky
look on his face.
"I've been waiting for you."
With his head down and arms held loosely behind his back, Frank just stands at
the door, waiting for Joshua to bid him entrance.
"I see you learned something last night." Frank bites his tongue as to not say
his thoughts aloud. "Well then, Frank. Please, come in."
Joshua closes the door behind him and then walks around his desk to sit down.
Frank continues his submissive stance.
"So, I'm going to assume you're here to accept my offer." Joshua watches Frank
carefully, but Frank doesn't make a move to confirm the statement. "For fuck's
sake, Frank, speak!"
"I have two conditions," is all he says, head still bowed.
Joshua sighs. "Of course you do. And they are?"
Frank finally raises his eyes to look at him. "One, you are to leave Devin out
of this shit between you and me. And two, I am no longer a student, so what
Devin and I do behind our door is no one's business, yours included."
"Your door, singular." Joshua scoffs. "Your door? That sounds like more than
two conditions to me."
"That's my counteroffer, sir," Frank spits and then lower his head. Joshua
walks around to Frank's side.
"Tell me, Frank," Joshua pats Frank's back hard several times, taking the
younger man's breath away, "how's your back feeling today? Are you ready to win
over this new client for us?" Frank takes a deep breath and swallows hard.
"I guess that depends on your answer." Joshua brings his hand down on Frank's
bruised back once more for good measure.
Settling back down in his chair, Joshua eyes Frank while he contemplates his
demands. Joshua finally reaches a decision.
"Okay, Frank. Here's what we're going to do. You will have two hours to move
your belongings into Devin's quarters, get yourself prepared, and be back here
at my office ready to entertain. There will be no contact between you and Devin
until you return having made the sale. If you make one step out of line, this
whole deal is off. And you will forced to watch your beloved Devin take your
punishment. Are we clear?"
Frank raises his head. "Crystal."
"Your two hours start now."
Frank almost floats back down the hall. He doesn't have much, so it only takes
a few minutes to gather his stuff from his old room.
Frank is shocked to learn that Devin still resides in the same room that holds
so many memories for him. Not sure where to put his stuff, he neatly stacks it
in a corner until he can return and ask Devin what to do with it.
Frank turns to face the room. He wants nothing more than to curl up in the
large bed and await his former teacher to come give him a new lesson. Instead,
Frank goes into Devin's personal bathroom for a shower.
Once cleaned up and dressed in his best clothes, Frank sits down to write Devin
a quick note. He wants to make sure Devin understands that Frank is doing this
for them. Frank kisses the paper and tucks it under a pillow, hoping the other
will find it.
Something feels wrong as Frank approaches Joshua's office again. Too many staff
members linger around, and they all seem to be aware of Frank. Frank knocks on
the door, his heart beginning to bang in his chest.
"Come in," Joshua calls. Frank lets himself in. There's only one other person
in the room, but the nurse from the infirmary does nothing to calm his anxiety.
"Are you ready, Frank?" Joshua states, acting as if nothing's going on. Frank
can hear the nurse messing with something behind him.
"As ready as I'm going to be, I guess." Joshua nods.
"Frank, I really want this to work out for both of us. Not that I like allowing
the two of you to, you know, have a relationship here, even behind closed
doors, but I still have hope this can be a good arrangement for all involved."
Frank stares at Joshua, waiting to see what awful thing he is planning now.
"Just to give us all a little insurance, though, I want to give you a little
something to help calm your nerves."
The nurse sets an injection and the supplies to give it with on the front edge
of Joshua's desk, and Frank crosses his arms, subconsciously covering his
elbows.
"My nerves will be just fine once she takes that shit out of here!"
Joshua stands up. "Let me help you understand, Frank. It's not an option."
Frank starts to back away and trips over a chair, landing hard on his bruised
back. Before he can pick himself up, the staff members that were outside are
now trying to pin Frank to the hardwood floor.
"No!" Frank screams. He pushes his battered body past the pain as he tries to
fight off the men. "Stop!" He knows his struggle is in vain, but he refuses to
give in and take the drugs voluntarily. Frank manages to land a punch in one of
the men's face, and he stumbles backwards.
"Just pin his arm down," Joshua instructs. "As long as his arm is still, the
rest of him can thrash about all he wants."
With that, one of the men puts his knee in Frank's chest and holds Frank's
shoulder down with both hands. From there, the men are easily able to subdue
the rest of Frank's arm.
"Please, Joshua!" Frank pleads. "I said I'd play along! You have my word! Just
tell them to let me go!" Frank is nearly in tears as the nurse kneels down
beside him. He turns to her. "Please don't do this to me," he begs her as she
cleans the inside of his elbow with an alcohol pad. Completely unaffected by
the scene before her, she jabs the needle into Frank's vein and depresses the
plunger.
As soon as the nurse stands up, she and the staff exit the office. Frank is
left on the floor with Joshua's drugs pulling him down a rabbit hole. Joshua
stands over him.
"That's not so bad, is it, Frank?" Frank wants to jump up and punch out
Joshua's teeth, but his body refuses to cooperate. "In a minute or so, you'll
be as compliant as any boy we've ever turned out." Joshua starts to step away,
but stops. "Oh, and, Frankie? You'll learn to like it eventually."
Chapter End Notes
     When I wrote this I was like, "Oh yeah! Go Frank!" Now I can't wait
     to post the next chapter.
     I hope everyone is enjoying this. It was supposed to be a short
     story, but somehow it's a little bigger than that. There's still
     three or four more chapters to go.
     As always, thanks for reading! Hugs and loves!
     xo Miz
***** I Love You. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Four Days Later
Frank doesn't want to wake up. The last few days have been a blur, only the
occasional image sticking with him. Images of a plush bed, an ancient mansion,
an unknown nurse, and worst of all, images of a grey haired man on top of him,
using and abusing him. For the first time in four days, Frank finds himself
imagining he's safe in Devin's bed listening to the teacher hum as he moves
about.
Frank feels the soft surface he's on dip, and his adrenaline kicks in, fearful
of being dosed again and jerked out of this peaceful dream. A cool, wet cloth
is wiped over his face, and then a familiar hand intertwines with his.
"Come on, baby. Come around for me." Frank knows that voice as intimately as he
knows his own. He forces his eyes to open, and Devin smiles down at him. "There
you are, beautiful," Devin murmurs. Frank can only lightly squeeze Devin's hand
and try to smile, but it's enough for the former teacher right now. He presses
a kiss to his love's lips. "Welcome back."
For a while they just lay together, Devin holding tightly to Frank's hand and
stroking his hair. The teacher allows himself to believe there is no one else
in the world right now. He refuses to acknowledge that Joshua's drugs still
have a slight grip on Frank or that Frank's body is spent and assaulted. The
time to address all of that will come sooner than he wishes. At this moment,
Devin's only emotion is one of gratitude that he once again has his love in his
arms.
As Frank's senses return to him, he knows that he traded his body for this
moment, but nothing could be more worth it. He turns his head to look at Devin.
"Are we alone?"
Devin nods. "Aside from the nurse checking on you occasionally, yeah, we're
alone. Thanks to you and your stubbornness." Frank smiles, and Devin's heart
melts.
"Kiss me." Devin does as requested, with a deep, passionate kiss unlike any he
ever gave Frank during their lessons together. There is no need to hold back
any longer, to try to maintain some semblance of professionalism. It's a kiss
of personal intimacy, an act of simple and unadulterated love. And Frank
recognizes that. Devin finally breaks the kiss.
"What did he do to me?"
"Which 'he'?" With those words, Frank can see the pain behind Devin's eyes.
"Joshua. I know more than I want to about the other one."
"It's a sedative. It'll wear off shortly. It's not long acting."
Frank can hear the disgust in Devin's tone. He has always known deep in his gut
that Devin doesn't approve of most of the things Joshua does. As an instructor,
Devin was supposed to be cold and ruthless in his lessons, but yet he found a
way to do his training with some degree of compassion. Devin made himself an
enemy of Joshua's by simply caring.
"What did he do to you?"
Devin runs his hand through Frank's hair again.
"He wants me to be the bad guy."
"You will never be the bad guy to me. I know who pulls the strings around
here."
"I have to make sure you understand and agree to some new rules." Frank has a
sinking feeling.
"Like?" Devin takes a deep breath.
"Like we're not to be seen with each other, talk to each other, or even look at
the other outside of this room."
Frank grins. "But in here, I'm yours and you're mine. In here, I'm no one's
whore." Devin cringes at Frank's name for himself.
"Frankie, that's something else I'm supposed to talk to you about. Joshua's not
going to stop shooting you up with his cocktail. He said he wants you to be
completely compliant when he sends you away and that if you fight him again,
I'll be the one who pays."
Frank sits up in the bed, even though he's still a little unsteady. "My
agreement with him is that he's supposed to leave you out of this!" Devin
snuggles close to Frank.
"He's not going to do that, and we both know it."
"I'm already his whore! Now I've got to be his crack whore?!" There's that word
again. Devin hates Joshua for what he's doing to Frank. He presses his lips
against Frank's until Frank gives in.
"Listen to me for just a minute, okay?" Frank nods his head. "You see a silver
lining that we get to be together, even if it's only in this room we now share.
I see a silver lining in the sedatives he wants you to take."
Frank can no longer stand himself. He crawls into Devin's lap, and the teacher
wraps his strong, protective arms around him. Devin hides several kisses in
Frank's hair.
"Frankie, I don't want to make you suffer anymore than you already do, but be
honest with me. What do you remember about the time you were gone?"
Frank tries to think back. "Not much. Images of places and people, images of
things done to me, but no real memories."
Devin hugs Frank closer. "That's the upside, Frank. Joshua's drugs will block
out most of what's happening while you're gone. They have an amnesic effect."
Frank shrugs against Devin's chest. "I just don't want to be doped up all the
time."
"Frankie, look at me." Frank shifts in Devin's lap so he can meet the other's
eyes. "I will happily take whatever Joshua can throw at me if it means that
much to you." Devin kisses Frank softly. "I just don't want to watch him break
you down by handing you over to all these men to be abused like a sex toy."
Frank snuggles back in to Devin's chest, and Devin starts stroking Frank's hair
again.
"I know Joshua. I've been working with him for years. He's jealous that you can
hold your own and angry that he can't break you. He won't stop until until he
finds a way to take your spirit."
Frank is conflicted. He wants to hate himself for getting tangled up in this
mess, but if he'd have never gotten in that car with Joshua, he wouldn't be
here in the arms of someone so amazing.
"What do you think he's going to do?"
Devin draw Frank closer as if the answer to that question will hurt one or even
both of them. "I know how this ends, Frankie. When Joshua grows tired of this
arrangement, he'll use me to break you."
Frank runs his hand under Devin's shirt and over his chest. "I don't want to
think about that right now. I just want to be with you."
"Frankie, baby, you're pretty beat up."
Frank wants to laugh at him. "I don't care. Fuck me."
Devin pulls Frank's pajama shirt off and starts kissing and licking at Frank's
collarbone. "I can't fuck you," Devin murmurs against Frank's skin. Frank opens
his mouth the argue, but Devin cuts him off. "Fucking is sex without emotions."
The teacher carefully removes the rest of their clothes and then lays Frank
down in the bed. He climbs up Frank's body with slow and deliberate movements
and looks down at Frank, appreciating his former student's beauty one feature
at a time.
"You were right," Devin states when he is completely over Frank. Frank arches
his back and grinds his hard cock into Devin's abdomen.
"About?"
"Me. You were my favorite student, Frank. I've loved you since the first
lesson." Devin pauses to kiss Frank, and Frank deepens the kiss by pressing
harder against Devin's lips. "So many times, I just wanted to show you how I
felt and hope you understood what I was trying to say. So many times, I wanted
to beg you not to leave my room instead of sending you away."
Devin coats two fingers with spit and then presses one against Frank's
entrance, watching carefully for any discomfort. Instead Frank bears down, so
Devin pushes it in. Frank hardly responds except to clinch his jaw. The former
teacher can see that Frank took his private lessons to heart, and it saddens
him. He withdraws his finger.
"We are no longer teacher and student," Devin breathes across Frank's throat.
"I am not an owner, and you are not owned." He moves so that he can whisper in
Frank's ear. "May I show you what it's like to be loved, Frankie?"
Frank runs a hand up the back of Devin's head. "I'd like that."
Devin presses their bodies together, rubbing his length against Frank's. Frank
chokes on a throaty moan, and Devin meets him eye to eye.
"No rules, Frankie. No submission. No holding back." Frank nods his
understanding and then allows himself to reach up and touch Devin again. He
grazes his fingers around the older man's waist and settles them in the small
of his back.
Devin slicks his cock up with plenty of lube. He's concerned that Frank's
entrance will be raw. Once lined up, Devin only pushes against Frank hard
enough to keep things where they go.
"Are you ready, baby?" he asks. Frank's only reply is a contented grunt as he
bears down onto Devin's cock and sheaths it within himself. When Frank can move
down no farther, Devin presses the rest of his length into him.
Frank wrap his legs around Devin's hips, and the older man replies by running
his hands between Frank's back and the mattress and pulling him up against his
chest. Devin pushes into Frank at an easy pace, intending to show Frank what
sex should really be about.
The boy under him gasps and moans, and the former teacher revels in the
knowledge that Frank doesn't make these beautiful sounds with their clients. He
knows that Frank is enjoying this by the way the younger man moves against him,
pulling Devin down into him with his legs.
Devin snakes a hand between them and wraps it around Frank's own leaking dick.
Frank's breath catches in his chest as Devin's hand begins pumping his length
in time with the slow pace of thrusts.
Devin wishes Joshua would let him buy Frank so he could in turn free him. It's
so wrong to force such an amazing person into the bonds of sexual slavery.
Devin wants so badly to do more than simply borrow Frank for a time.
Frank makes a desperate sound in his throat, and Devin encourages him on.
"It's okay, baby. Just let go. Just enjoy it."
Frank raises his head, and their mouths meet in a passionate kiss. Frank has
never known Devin like this before, and he doesn't want it to ever end. Every
move the former teacher makes draws out more pleasure from his body, and Frank
truly believes Devin loves him.
Frank runs his hands up Devin's back and digs his fingers in as his peak nears.
The perfection of the boy in his bed once again washes over the teacher, and
Devin climaxes inside of him. He keeps stroking Frank's cock as he rides out
his ecstasy until Frank cums over his fingers moments later.
Completely spent, the two just lie in their bed together tangled up in each
other's arms.
"I really do love you, Frank," Devin states as he nuzzles his cheek against the
boy's head.
Frank's voice is small. "Devin, I... um..."
Devin cups Frank's cheek in his hand. "It's okay, Frank. You don't have to say
it back. Besides, you're so young, I know you will love someone else one day. I
just wanted to make sure you know that right now there is at least one person
that loves you."
Frank wiggles closer to Devin's body and slides his leg between the older
man's. "Hey, Devin? I love you too."
Chapter End Notes
     I kind of want to stop here, let Frank have a good life with Devin,
     but we know that's not how it's going to go.
     I didn't know Devin was going to be such a large part of this story,
     but I actually love his character. I can understand why Frank wants
     to be with him.
     I'm not sure when I'll post another chapter, but hopefully it'll be
     soon.
     Hugs and loves!
     xo Miz
***** Don't Leave Me! *****
Chapter Notes
     *TRIGGER WARNING*
     This chapter is right up there on the list of some of the darkest
     stuff I've written. That's why it took me two years to write it. Fair
     warning.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Five Months Later

After being instructed to report to Joshua's office, Frank stands outside the
doors just listening. Joshua and Devin are having a heated debate.

"You don't want me here, and you don't want Frank here. I don't understand the
problem! Why can't I just take him away?!"

"You know why, Devin!" Frank hears something that sounds like a fist hitting
Joshua's desktop. "Stop acting like this is news to you! I own Frank. Fuck,
Devin, I still own you!"

Frank stifles a gasp. He has never known that Devin was one of Joshua's boys.
It explains why Devin has stayed here for so lobbyng, continuing to do Joshua's
bidding against his will.

"I'm not allowing it anymore, Joshua!" Devin shouts. "You keep your filthy
fingers off of him from now on. No more drugs, no more loaning him out to
potential clients, and no more beating him. Do what you want to me, but Frank
is no longer your toy. I won't let you break him!"

The nurse walks up behind Frank. Before he can move out of the doorway, she
opens the door, and Joshua makes eye contact with him. One side of Joshua's
mouth pulls into a smirk.

"Well, here he is. Let's get Frank's opinion on all of this." He motions for
Frank to come into his office.

As Frank steps in, he knows he's about to be Joshua's whore again; the nurse is
preparing his cocktail on the side table.

"Devin, it's fine," Frank speaks softly. "I'm used to it by now. Silver
linings, remember?"

Before Devin can respond, Joshua interrupts. "Nurse Abrams, will you please
step out and inform Steven we're implementing Plan D." She nods and then walks
out.

"Joshua, no! He's just a boy still!" cries Devin. Frank looks to his former
teacher, who is obviously aware of what is about to happen. Seeing the panic on
his face, Frank wonders what Plan D could possibly be, but he doesn't have time
to give it much thought. Steven and Joshua's goons burst through the door and
restrain both Frank and Devin. Joshua steps around his desk to face Frank, his
fingers brushing over Frank's cheek.

"Frank, Frank, Frank." He shakes his head. "Devin here seems willing to die for
you, but my question is this: are you willing to die for him?"

The nurse hands a syringe to Joshua, and Frank takes notice that it is larger
than usual. His attention is drawn to his lover as Devin begins pleading with
him.

"Frank, no. You don't know me. Not really. You don't know the things I've done
to some of the boys to come through here, unspeakable things. I'm not worth
your life. I've made my choices, and I have to accept my consequences. Please,
Frankie, let me do one good thing, let me save you."

Frank looks back to Joshua. "I-I don't understand. I told you I accepted out
arrangements, and it's been working rather well for all of us for months."
Joshua laughs darkly.

"But Devin here wants you out. He's offered to trade his life for yours." The
nurse ties a tourniquet around Frank's upper arm while the goons hold him
still. "But I'm thinking that torturing him would be way more gratifying."
Joshua pats the crease of Frank's arm and then slides the needle into it
without cleaning the skin first. Silent tears run down Devin's face.

"What are you doing?" Frank is panicking now. He tries to jerk his arm free.

"Uh-huh," Joshua chastised. "Jerking around like that could be detrimental to
your health. You see, the drugs I've been giving you are a combination of
propofol and phenobarbital. They are very powerful sedatives. And being that
powerful is rather dangerous because if given a dose even slightly too large,
they are quite lethal. This amount here," Joshua taps his thumb against the
plunger of the syringe, "is more than enough to end your pathetic existence in
less than a minute."

Frank stands frozen in place with the knowledge that he is mere seconds from
death.

"Joshua, don—" Devin is backhanded by Joshua's assistant, knocking his head
sideways before it lulls forward.

"So are you? Are you willing to die for him?" Frank knows this is a game, but
he doesn't know what answer Joshua is wanting from him. He glares defiantly.

"Do your worst," Frank finally answers. "You won't break me."

The smug look falls from Joshua's face, and he removes the needle from Frank's
arm, placing the syringe on the corner of his desk. He settles back into his
chair, rubbing his chin as he thinks.

"You know, Frank..." Joshua clicks his tongue a few times. "Steven has said
from early on that you were going to be trouble, but I always gave you the
benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he was right."

"If you let that fucking son of a bitch touch him," Devin growls without
raising his head, "I promise I will kill you, Joshua."

"Well now, that is truly an idea. Steven?" Joshua's assistant steps forward.

"Yes, sir?"

Frank eyes the greasy man, a wannabe gangster.

"Do you think you could give our Frank here a real lesson in submissiveness?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. Joshua. I could definitely teach it a thing or two."

Frank's eyes jump from Steven to Joshua and then to Devin. The teacher has his
fists balled up causing the veins in his large arms to bulge.

"Have at him then." Joshua locks gazes with Frank, and the younger man has a
sickening intuition as the goons holding him release their grip. Devin tries to
lunge at Steven but takes an elbow to the stomach.

Steven fists Frank's shirt and drags him over to the side of Joshua's desk in
front of the teacher.

"Hold his head up," the assistant instructs the goons restraining Devin. "I
want him to see this!"

Devin's head is jerked up, and Frank makes eye contact with him for a split
second.

"I'm sorry, Frankie," he mumbles as his former student's pants are forcibly
stripped off. Frank throws his body weight in an effort to free himself from
Steven's grasp, but he is slammed face first into the wooden desktop. He can
see the pain in his lover's eyes as the sound of Steven unzipping his pants
reaches his ears and vows to not let this break him.

Without any sort of lubrication, Steven rams his full length into Frank, the
dry skin against tender tissue catching in staccato. The boy swallows a scream
at the torturous burning and tearing sensation, but it only grows worse as the
assistant roughly pulls out and thrusts back in again.

Frank's eyes are crushed shut and his mouth open wide, struggling in agony for
precious breath. Devin has never seen his lover's face so twisted with pain,
and he instinctively looks away, knowing he has put other boys through similar
torment. Sharp fingers dig into his jaw and force him to look back at the
gruesome scene. Frank attempts to push his body up off the desk, away from the
monster behind him, but Steven grabs a handful of the boy's long hair, nearly
ripping it out by the roots, and slams his head down repeatedly until Frank
stops resisting. The boy can feel the desk slick with his blood against his
cheek and taste its metallic pungency.

The edge of the desk digs into his hips and cock with each violent slam into
him, and Frank claws for more purchase on the desk. A glass shaded lamp falls
and crashes on the floor, shattering into pieces. Devin takes the opportunity
given.

He slings his head back, colliding hard with the one behind him. The goon
releases his grip on the teacher as he stumbles backwards. Devin punches two
more then pulls a knife, rushing Joshua. He puts the sharp blade to his owner's
throat.

"Make him stop now," Devin demands in a low tone. Joshua laughs dryly.

"Or what? You'll kill me? You'd really leave his fate in Steven's hands?"

Devin digs the knife deeper; a dark rivulet of blood runs down Joshua's neck,
staining the collar of his shirt. Frank makes a choked sound, and Devin looks
down to find Steven's hands wrapped tightly around the boy's throat while he
continues pounding into him.

"I'm about to make your next breath your last," the teacher snarls through
gritted teeth. "Let him go. Now!" A hint of fear ripples through Joshua's
chest.

"If he kills me, you kill him. Understand, Steven?"

"With pleasure, sir," the assistant pants, the motions of his hips never
ceasing.

Devin can see Frank's face is flushed crimson and his lips are tinged blue. The
former student scratches at the fingers around his neck with his blunt nails,
leaving behind bloody streaks.

"So, Devin, who's it going to be? You or your precious Frank?"

Frank thrashes about the desktop, his head jerking side to side until Devin's
eyes catch his, and then he goes deathly still.

"I love you," the teacher breathes to the boy. He lets his eyes slip closed as
he presses the blade into Joshua's flesh with all his strength and draws it
across his owner's throat. Joshua slumps to his knees before falling over
unconscious in the floor, bleeding profusely from the gaping wound.

Devin opens his arms wide, accepting his fate.

Steven immediately releases his grip and withdraws from the boy. Before Frank
can fill his lungs to cry out, Joshua's assistant has the syringe in hand and
is rounding the desk toward the teacher. Frank tugs up his pants, not caring
about the liquid running down the inside of his thighs, and dashes to save
Devin. In his weakened state, he's not fast enough, and with one swift motion,
Steven injects the lethal cocktail into Devin's veins.

The teacher collapses to the floor, pulling Frank down with him. The younger
man kneels over his lover, stroking his face and sobbing.

"No, Devin, no. I love you. I need you!" Devin tries to raise his hand to
Frank's and reply, but it's clear he can't fight the sedatives coursing through
his body. All he can do is smile softly at the boy he loves so much.

"Get it out of here. Put it in isolation," Steven orders.

Frank is ripped from his lover's side kicking and screaming. As the former
student is hauled out of the office, he takes one last look at Devin. The
teacher lies in absolute stillness, his eyes vacant.

Frank is tossed with wanton apathy into a tiny, unlit room, and the heavy,
metal door is slammed shut. He crawls into a corner and hugs his knees to his
chest, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Even though the rules state that
no student should be left in here for longer than eight hours, Steven is now in
charge, and Frank knows he's not getting out of this prison cell for a long
time.

He's honestly okay with that. After all, they've finally broken him.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm pretty sure no one is reading this anymore, but I want finish it
     regardless. Unfortunately for Frank, he's going to be broken down
     further before it's over. But at least there's only two chapters left
     (I think).
     Loves to all!
     xo Miz
***** Let Me Die. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Four Days Later

The steel door swings open with a rusty creak, and Frank has to shield his
sensitive eyes from the painful fluorescent glare flooding in. He's not sure
how long he's been in this scant room. With no light, no sound, and no regular
schedule, it's impossible to track the passing of time. Plus, the boy has only
slept sporadically because he's shivering uncontrollably from lying on the bare
and frigid concrete floor.

Steven steps over the small pile of untouched food and water in the doorway,
hardly able to breathe from the acrid stench of days old urine and excrement.
The former student is tucked into the corner and curled up in a tight fetal
position on his side. His skin is ashen except for the dark red circling his
squinted eyes, and his countenance is void of any emotion or acknowledgement.
Steven is apathetic towards Frank's macabre condition, his only concern being
how much money he's going to lose on the boy.

"And it's been like this whole time?" Steven asks as he steps closer and nudges
the boy's chest with the toe of his shoe.

Frank screams hysterically, only the words "Devin" and "kill me" intelligible
out of the ravings.

"Yes, sir," the nurse states over the din. "He hasn't moved in four days."

Steven pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Well, for starters, give it something to shut it the hell up!" He turns back
to face Nurse Abrams. "Not a lot. I want it to be somewhat coherent. Then clean
it up and take it up to the infirmary." Steven walks out followed closely by
the nurse. "And get some food in it, for fucking sakes. Force feed it if you
have to," he calls over his shoulder before disappearing around a corner.

Nurse Abrams prepares an injection of haloperidol at her medical cart and
carries it back in to the highly agitated boy. She tries stroking his hair to
soothe Frank enough to give it to him, but he instantly recoils from her touch.
The nurse grips his shoulder, determined to give the boy the antipsychotic.
Frank struggles violently, and her hand slips over his back. Incredibly he
stills for a moment, his noise level dropping several decibels.

The nurse spreads her hand in the center of his back, and Frank arches into it.
Slowly, she draws her hand up and down the boy's flimsily clothed skin, over
the rough scars from the many brutal beatings he's taken on the X in his long
year here.

Staring at the syringe, she wonders when she became so callous to the vicious
treatment of the young students. Her heart bleeds knowing that Frank carries so
many more scars that aren't physical, and she vows to not add to them anymore.

The former student is still murmuring incoherently as Nurse Abrams slides the
sleeve of his thin shirt up and ties the tourniquet around his malnourished
arm.

"Thank you for killing me," the boy says amid the incessant mutterings of his
delirium. She looks at his dirty face, streaked with dried and fresh tears, and
earnestly considers euthanizing him humanely with a Plan D cocktail, ending his
torment. But she knows she can't bring herself to do it.

The nurse pierces Frank's arm with the needle, accessing a vein, and
administers the medication. She tosses the syringe toward her cart in the
corridor and undoes the tourniquet with a snap. Within seconds, a small bit of
recognition returns to the boy's eyes.

"Frank?" she calls gently, once again rubbing his back with deliberate motions.

His hazy gaze seems to focus on her, and he begins sobbing harder as he tries
to press his body through the cement block wall. Nurse Abrams withdraws from
touching him but shushes him softly.

"It's okay. You're safe right now. I'm not going to hurt you."

Frank just stares at her from his curled up position on the hard floor,
dejection and terror battling to dominate his delicate features.

"I'm just taking you out of here, I promise."

She puts her hand on his knee and offers him a pathetic smile to reassure him
before stepping out to her supplies.

After kneeling back down beside the trembling boy, she shows him a package of
bath wipes and blunt scissors.

"I'm going to get these foul clothes off you so I can wipe you down. Then I
have some clean, warm clothes for you."

Moving with haste, Nurse Abrams cuts the front of the student's pants legs up
through the waistband one at a time, allowing him to remain as balled up as
possible, and she then sets to work on his shirt.

"Please," Frank pleads in a tenuous voice, his expression softer now. "Let me
die."

The nurse can't stop from making eye contact with the boy, too young to be so
broken.

"I'm sorry. Steven won't allow that."

He takes a shaky breath and closes his eyes, so she goes back to removing the
soiled clothing. His shirt and slacks slide off with relative ease, but the
cotton material of his boxer briefs are adhered to the raw, blistered skin. The
nurse peels it away with due caution, but she imagines the suffering it must be
inflicting despite his lack of reaction.

Frank feels detached from everything. He knows he should feel some kind of
emotion - regret for ever running away from home, anger over the abuse, shame
that he's being cared for like an infant, grateful for finally getting out of
this maddening prison cell, fear of his unknown future, anything - but it's all
a black void. Even physically, there's little sensation, like his mind has
switched off his senses. Images flash through his mind in rapid succession, but
the boy isn't sure what of it is real.

A wet cloth brushes across his check, and he strains to focus on the woman in
front of him. She's the same nurse he's always known, but at the same time, she
seems to be a different person. Her eyes meet his again.

"How long have I been in here?"

Frank flinches when Nurse Abrams reaches for his hand, but she squeezes it
gently.

"Four, almost five days."

He can feel his mind growing fuzzy again.

"I'll finish cleaning you up later. For now, let's get you dressed so you can
start warming up."

The nurse moves to stand, but Frank forces his cold, stiff fingers to wrap
around her hand, stopping her.

"Is Devin dead?"

"Yes, he is. I'm sorry, Frank."

The boy shows no emotion, just nods his acknowledgement of her answer. His eyes
blink heavily, completely unfocused now. Nurse Abrams knows he's exhausted the
small amount of energy he had, and she runs her fingers through his matted
hair, continuing to hold tightly to his hand with her's.

"You just sleep. I promise I'll keep you safe."

Frank's eyes close, and his body goes limp as the darkness overtakes the last
of his consciousness.

When he awakes again, the boy knows by the sterile smell he's been moved to the
infirmary. His senses are hazy, but he cracks his eyes enough to look around.
Frank is surprised that he's in a private bay instead of the common hall. He
has to close his eyes so he can focus on the voices beyond the closed curtain.

"No, Steven. Absolutely not!" the nurse states curtly.

"Do it or I will fire you."

"Let me put this in terms you might understand. That boy is dangerously ill. If
I rush his treatment, he's only going to get sicker. That means you can't sell
him at all. Hence, no money. Fire me if you want, but I'm going to treat him so
that he actually has a chance at surviving this!"

Steven heaves a heavy breath.

"It was four fucking days. How can it be that sick?!"

"I don't know, Steven," Nurse Abrams says with sharp sarcasm. "It couldn't
possibly have anything to do with the fact that he was starved, frozen, and
partially exsanguinated from rectal bleeding in sensory deprivation after some
asshole ruthlessly raped 'it,' now could it?"

There's an awkward pause, and when the nurse speaks again, her voice is low and
sinister.

"You need to find that hair's breadth Joshua walked, or you're going to end up
with a life sentence for killing these boys."

The curtain opens briefly as Nurse Abrams enters the bay, and Frank watches as
she places the armful of supplies on the table. She presses a few buttons on an
infusion pump, and only now does the boy realize he has an IV. Frank tries to
reach up to pull it out, but his hands are restrained to the sides of the bed.
He looks up at the nurse. She is standing calmly with her hands draped over the
bed's side rails just looking him softly.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Frank only stares at her in reply. "Do you know
where you are?"

"Tied up," is all the boy says.

"Will you eat something?"

Frank turns his head, tucking his chin into his shoulder.

"Just let me die."

His head is suddenly swimming, and the hair on his arms stand up, although
Frank's not sure if it's from the drugs or fear of what's coming.

"If you don't eat willingly, you'll force me to do something I'd rather not
do," Nurse Abrams says, her fingertips brushing along the boy's jawline.

"Just let me die," he repeats.

"I d—"

"You what?" the boy interrupts, his brokenness weighing down his words. "You
want me to believe you care now?"

The nurse drops her hand to his shoulder and tries to swallow the thickness in
her throat.

"Frankie, th—"

The boy cuts his eyes at her sharply.

"Don't call me that."

Nurse Abrams sighs gently and starts again.

"They went too far this time, Frank. I can't condone what Steven did to you."

"If you feel so bad, untie me and leave."

She glances at the padded cuffs around the boy's wrists and ankles and then
lowers her head.

"I can't let you kill yourself. Honestly, I've thought about ending all this
for you with a humane combination of drugs, but it's time I live up to my oath
to do no harm."

"I won't help you save me."

The boy's heart-wrenching words force her to turn away. Nurse Abrams' eyes
sting with tears, but she blinks them back as she gathers what she needs. When
she faces Frank again, he's watching her with a blank expression. The nurse
holds up a plastic tube.

"Having this inserted is uncomfortable, but if you refuse to eat, I'll have to
feed you with this. Will you please eat?"

"No," Frank breathes.

"It'll help if you swallow as it passes down your throat," the nurse states as
she applies a small amount of lubricant to the tube. She puts a benevolent palm
on Frank's forehead and begins threading the feeding tube up his nose. He
doesn't fight her, even as the plastic in his throat makes him gag.

Nurse Abrams checks the placement, confirming the end is in the boy's stomach,
and tapes the outer portion down. She lets her hand linger on Frank's cheek,
and his eyes meet hers.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry for what's happened to you. I don't want to
hurt you anymore."

Frank lowers his gaze, and Nurse Abrams places a brief, chaste kiss on his
temple. The boy is fading into a restless sleep when she looks back down at
him. She hangs a bag of liquid nutrition and makes a few notations in his
chart. Deliberating her next action, she takes in Frank's innocent and stunted
appearance, belying his age.

Wishing she could change his future, the nurse injects a strong dose of
narcotics in the boy's IV line to sedate him, and after waiting for it to kick
in, she removes the restraints from his ankles. Nurse Abrams tends to Frank's
chapped groin, cleaning it and applying ointment, and then checks the tearing
in his asshole to make sure the bleeding hasn't started again.

Nurse Abrams knows the boy needs all the time he can get to heal before being
shipped to his new owner. The man isn't unusually cruel, but the boys he buys
endure a grueling life of sexual slavery.
Chapter End Notes
     I ended up adding another chapter to this, so it still has two
     chapters to go.
     This chapter gave me so much grief. It hurt to write the boy Frank so
     broken, and I got in an argument with Nurse Abrams because she was
     supposed to be indifferent to his plight. In all, I really like how
     this chapter turned out.
     Thanks for reading! Loves to all!
     Xo Miz
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