I warily looked around the room, at all the other nervous faces I shared this circle with. I didn't want to be here but it was required therapy. Once you get caught slitting your wrists you lose the ability to decide things for yourself. So here I am, my arms covered in bandages stuck listening to all the other fuck ups tell their stories to the overly sympathetic therapist. All the while the only thing on my mind is the fact that when I go home I'll be successful this time and I won't ever ever to come to this shit therapy session again. The therapist was an older man with big glasses, who wore baggy jeans and a faded t-shirt in an obvious attempt to fit in and make us feel like he was one of us. What an asshole.

I sat slumped down in the uncomfortable folding chair, my hood pulled up over my longish hair. I just wanted to hide away from the world and my hair was the only barrier I had right now. I sat there staring at the ground and picking at the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I just wanted this to be over with so I could go back home to the safety of my dark bedroom.

"Franklin Iero, why don't you introduce yourself, you've been quiet this session."

"It's just Frank," I muttered not looking up from the floor.

"Well just Frank, why don't you tell us all some things about your-"

Just then the door flew open and in came a guy dressed in tight black pants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and a tight fitted black t shirt.

"Ah Gerard it's nice of you to finally grace us with your presence."

"I know," he said as he ran a hand through his long raven colored hair and flashed a smile showing off his oddly small and somewhat crooked teeth.

"Well Gerard why don't you take a seat." he walked over to a seat almost directly across from mine his clunky combat boots loudly stomping across the floor.

"Now Frank, as I was saying why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself. Any interests or hobbies."

I glanced up and peered through my hair and stared at Ronald aka. therapist extraordinaire for a few second before I spoke. "My interests are dying and my hobby is anything that will help me achieve that goal."

At this Ronald launched into a lecture about how life was a sacred gift from some fucking deity or some shit like that. I don't know, cause I tuned him out and turned my attention to the apparently infamous Gerard. He sat slouched in his chair, his legs wide open all the family jewels on display. I couldn't really complain about that. I'm gay, but don't get it confused with me being happy. I'm not happy I just like to fuck men. Although technically speaking I preferred to get fucked by men. Power bottom representing.

I let my eyes travel up to his face and was surprised to find him staring at me. The corner of his mouth tugged upward in a side smirk that I found incredibly sexy. Oh God. He wiggled his eyebrows at me seductively and it was then that I knew I was fucked. My dick sprang to attention and I had to bite back a groan. I looked away from his eyes and looked back down at my lap for the rest of the time.

After the session was over I walked out of the meeting room and through a rather darkly lit hallway headed towards the door that lead outside. About halfway down the hallway a tap on my shoulder made me turn my head and there I saw none other than Gerard. Once he had my attention he grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me into some room. He pressed me up against the wall with a hand on each side of my face.

"I know you want me, don't you?"

I just nodded, not even thinking whether the statement was true or not. It was not like I had a choice then because his face was right in front of mine, the smell of him was flooding my senses. He smelt of cigarettes and whiskey, which turned me on more that I would have thought.

"That's what I thought," he said before crashing his lips onto mine, immediately claiming dominance which I readily allowed. His hands roamed down my body and wasting no time he grabbed me, squeezing tightly my already hard dick causing me to moan rather loudly. He worked on the front of my jeans for a short time while roughly kissing me. He trailed down my neck stopping to nibble every now and then hard enough that I knew it would leave marks. Then suddenly, without any warning he flipped me around so I was facing the wall.

Before I knew what was happening my pants were pushed down around my ankles and he had two finger working on my tight virgin hole. I groaned even louder this time due to the slight discomfort I felt, then again as he added another finger and another. Then eventually without any warning his hard member was inside of me and this time all I felt was pleasure. Knowing that he was inside of me was the biggest turn on ever. He began a steady rhythm in and out of me, over and over.

He reached around in front of me and began working on me again as he fucked me. I called out that I was gonna come and he slammed my head against the wall and told to wait so that we could come together. I didn't know how that was possible and I bit my lip and tried to concentrate on holding it in.

Finally he whispered in my ear very calmly that he was about to come and as soon as the words left his mouth I felt him contract inside of me as his seed filled me up. I came as soon as I felt him coming inside of me and it splattered all over the wall I was pushed up against. He flipped me back around and I saw that he was buttoning up his pants already done with cleaning up.

I remained leaning against the wall struggling to catch my breath. He took his hand and touched my neck and it was then that I felt the tenderness of the bruises he'd left there. He smiled a little as he ran his hand over all the little bruises littering my neck.

"I love marking my conquests," he muttered under his breath. "So same time next week," he asked me louder this time. I just nodded in response. "Your quiet, that's good I like em quiet. Quiet and submissive. Next time you'll come to my place I can't wait to see you in a dog collar strapped to my bed, ass red from smacking it as I fuck the daylights out of you.

An involuntary moan escaped from my mouth at the thought and I just nodded again. He smiled and placed a peck on my cheek before turning and sauntering out of the room. I stood there for a moment before I regained my wits and pulled up my pants and resituated my shirt. I turned and left the room and walked outside where I saw my mother's car waiting. I went up to it and got in, now thinking that maybe therapy wasn't so bad. In fact because of it I wasn't gonna go home and take all those pills like I had planned. Instead I just looked forward to next week when the sexy raven haired boy named Gerard was gonna fuck the daylights out of me. Maybe this living thing wasn't so bad after all.