Chapter Three

Frank stood looking out of the living room window onto the garden below. It was quite apart from Maggot who was on his hands and knees scrubbing the patio.

Frank could no longer identify Maggot as being the cocky jock that had once was. Now Maggot was nothing more then a obsequious animal who was there for Gerard to take his aggression out on.

He was pretty shocked that Maggot wasn’t dead yet, but that was a testimony to Gerard’s skills as a Dominator. Frank knew all humans feared being made into a pain slave but the true fear was how long they would be kept alive as one.

It had been five long years for Maggot now and in that time Frank had seen the pain slave take some brutal beatings. Frank knew that Maggot had no hope left and he had taken on the same dead look that so many pain slaves have.

Frank smiled to himself, he felt like so many fertiles in his position would, that the amount of pain and anguish that Maggot was being put through equaled how much his husband loved him. He watched a little longer as Maggot desperately scrubbed.

Gerard had given the pain slave the impossible task of getting the entire back yard completely clean. Frank knew that even if Maggot somehow did complete the task it would never be good enough for Gerard.

He looked at the clock on the fireplace before walking outside and leaning back against the wall and looking down at the pain slave.

“You know Gerard will be back in approximately quarter of a hour Maggot, and I don’t think he’s going to be to happy with the job you done.” Frank smiled, “I mean sometimes I honestly think you enjoy being beaten bloody.”

Maggot didn’t answer him, not that he expected him to as it wasn’t a direct question. Not that Frank minded he wasn’t out her to swap pleasantries with the slave. He was here because like most fertiles he had a sadistic streak that enjoyed playing mind games with humans and turned vampires.

“The time is ticking away Maggot.” Frank carried on looking at his platinum watch. “Oh just under ten minutes now.”

He looked up as a black Lamborghini pulled into the drive way. Frank always loved Gerard in his dominator uniform, and he could easily see why so many fertiles had a fetish about the uniform. Frank loved everything about the uniform from the lace up boots to the black leather gloves that due to the spikes could also double as knuckle dusters.

The uniform made his husband look so demanding and strict. He watched as Gerard walked over to Maggot and looked down at the slave.

“This is a yard is a fucking disgrace.” He barked walking around and pointing out dirt. Frank sighed leaning back loving it when his mate was so tyrannical. He could see that already Maggot was scared shitless.

“I asked you to clean the patio so they wasn’t a speck of dirt in sight and I come home to this. It’s fucking disgusting.” Gerard carried on his voice filled with so much malice that all Frank wanted was for Gerard to touch him. “I would beat you but judging by the amount of mistakes you are always making I think you get off on it. That in it self deserves a harsher punishment. It makes me feel sick that scum such as you would get turned on by me touching them.”

“Please… Master… I don’t like it.” Maggot sobbed cowering away.

“What I not fucking good enough for you?” Gerard roared before looking over at Frank. “Did you hear that Frankie, this disgusting piece of shit thinks he isn’t good enough for me.”

“I heard him Gerard.” Frank answered looking demurely down before looking through his hair shyly to meet his husbands eyes.

“I think he need’s a real punishment. A night on the rack maybe, stretch him until his arms are nearly pulled from the sockets. Slowly turn the wheel until he’s in so much pain he can’t think of anything else.” Gerard was now prowling over to Frank, whispering in a low voice the diabolical things he was going to do to the pain slave. “But before I fuck him up little Frankie, I’m just going to fuck you.”

Frank gasped as Gerard pulled him into his arms as he whispered the last words into Frank’s ear.

“Gerard can you maybe… umm” Frank sighed wrapping his arms around Gerard’s shoulders.

“Can I maybe what?” Gerard asked before he started kissing and biting at Franks throat.

“Can you maybe leave the uniform on.” Frank blushed.