Bondage Mansion

***Gerard***

Tears were streaming down Gerard's cheeks as he sat in the painful position on his knees bound in an intricate rope tie. Apparently some exotic girl in the place where Frank lived taught him how to use rope to tie people up, but not just binding their hands and feet. No, this type of tying had the rope almost like clothing on the body. No matter how much it hurt, Gerard could not help looking down at the design. He wished he had a mirror so that he could get a full picture. Instead he could only go by what little he could see and feel. He knew that his wrists were bound to his feet with a line of rope between them. He also knew another rope ran doubled between his ass cheeks and tucked either side of his inner thighs. He could not see it, but there was like a rope cage over his cock because the rope kept pressing into it and causing additional pressure on top of the rubber ring forcing him to stay hard. Oh, and he was hard. He was shocked that he was aroused by what Frank had done to him. He never thought that this kind of pain could be exciting or arousing for him. It still hurt, oh God did it hurt, but the behind the pain was something else, something dull and growing. A feeling, a want, a longing, and Gerard could not figure out what it was. He could feel the rope digging into his chest, in a sideways figure eight pattern that centered around his nipples. They were red and swollen from Frank pulling on them and twisting them.

Gerard had lost track of the time completely. His legs are killing him from being stuck in the same position. He would have collapsed long ago if it weren't for the rope. Frank has come back and forth from doing other things to take advantage of Gerard's position. He is grateful for not having to wear the gag today, but his mouth is stretched and sore from being used so many times. He had lost count of how many times Frank has fucked his face. He only knows that the cum from the last time has dried before it starts again. He has counted five times so far, but he could be off.

Frank came back a little while ago and flopped in the chair in front of Gerard. He loosened the buttons of his shirt as if he had just come back from a meeting and babbled onto Gerard about how his belongings have finally arrived at the mansion and how he is looking forward to getting his hands on Pansy, whatever that is, for a few hours. Frank stops talking and looks at Gerard. His eyes gloss over him and Gerard knows it will not be long again. He hears Frank's breathing change and even though his head is down, he can see that Frank is rubbing himself through the material of his pants. He hears them being opened and knows that once again Frank is stroking himself while he looks down at him. The next sound is Frank leaving the chair and coming to stand in front of Gerard. Almost on cue Gerard looks up and opens his mouth to receive Frank's cock once more. Frank's hand fists in Gerard's hair immediately and he sets a brutal pace not caring about the tears streaming down Gerard's cheeks or whether Gerard can breathe or not. Gerard's own cock is aching to be touched, but he knows this will not happen. Frank keeps nudging it with his foot, putting more pressure on it each time. Gerard holds back a moan in his throat, but it is getting harder and harder to hide how much he is starting to enjoy this. Even harder is to ignore how Frank's hard-edged voice continues to drive him crazy.

"Fuck Gerard, who knew under that prim and proper exterior you were such a great cocksucker?"

Gerard flicked his eyes up to meet Frank's flush face. His eyes were closed as he gripped Gerard's hair tighter.

"Your fucking mouth was made for cock, you should just do nothing all day but be open for my cock anytime. Shit, I could make a mint off of you whoring you out for your mouth only."

The last comment was stuttered and he knew that meant that Frank was close again.

Oh Gerard, oh Gee, oh FUCK!"

Frank pulled out of Gerard's mouth as he was cumming and striped Gerard's face and hair over the old cum. Gerard could feel it dripping off his chin and onto his chest collecting in the pool between his legs. Frank dropped back into the chair behind him flaccid and breathing heavily. His eyes trailing over Gerard in a way that made him more embarrassed than being naked.

"Fuck Gee, you are so good at that. What was that the fifth or sixth time today? Shit, I lost track. Man, your knees must be killing you."

Frank stood up and closed his pants. He stretched and Gerard noticed the pattern on his lower back. They looked like pistols, but he was not sure. As Frank turned back he averted his eyes to the ground.

"Mmmm, getting late huh? Almost time for supper? Are you hungry Gee? Do you want to join me?"

At the mention of food, Gerard's stomach growled. He looked up and Frank and almost chuckled as his head was tilted like a pup questioning a strange sound. It made Frank look almost human in the harsh light of the playroom. Although he knew there would be more than a simple explanation, he nodded yes to the question. Frank beamed and cracked his knuckles against his palms. The sound made Gerard shiver.

"I suppose this means that you need to get dressed, but it took so long to tie you up, I would hate for all that to go to waste wouldn't you Gee?"

Gerard wondered if this was a trick question so once again he just nodded his head.

"Besides you look so pretty like that, wouldn't Robert like to see you too? Wouldn't you like to share this with your precious Bert too?"

Gerard could not mistake the venom in which Frank spoke his nick name for Robert. Frank really did despise the man . Gerard wondered if there was more history between them then they both led on. For whatever reason, he shook his head. Frank looked at him with that quizzed expression again. Although Gerard had his own reasons for not wanting Robert to see him like this, he came up with another answer for Frank.

"Well now, would you care to explain yourself further Gee?"

"I-I-I just th-th-think that this should be f-f-f-for your eyes o-only S-S-Sir."

Gerard watched for Frank's reaction, but it was guarded while he processed what was said. His face took on a smile after a bit and he looked down at Gerard pleased. He looked a little like a school boy that posed no threat to Gerard and it made him smile a little. A little flurry went through Gerard's chest that he pleased Frank with his answer. Frank rocked back and forth on his heels and toes and stuck his hand inside his vest. He pulled out a small silver object and held it in front of Gerard. Gerard was looking at it when a blade popped out and Gerard jerked back at the sound. Frank continued to smile and started to flourish the weapon in his hands. He stepped up to Gerard and ran the blade lightly over his cheek.

"You pleased me with your answer pet so I will free you from part of your bonds."

Frank continued to move the blade down Gerard's cheek to his neck. He pressed it in lightly and continued to speak.

"You will keep the rest on and wear it under your clothing during supper. You will not speak of it at all, not that you are allowed to speak anyway."

The knife continued to his chest and circled the rope around his nipples. Gerard was glad for the rope being in the way of the original path of the blade. He still sucked in a breath as it crept down to his stomach. Frank's eyes were dancing with a light of excitement that made Gerard fear what was going through his mind at that moment. With no warning Frank grabbed the back of Gerard's neck and pushed him down to the floor. Gerard cried out at the sting and strain of the rope running between his legs. With one slice, Frank severed the rope between Gerard's wrists and ankles. Gerard collapsed forward completely. He brought his hands down and started to push up from the floor when Frank caught him by the hair and pulled him into a kneeling position again. He grabbed the ropes running between his ass cheeks and pulled them tight. Gerard hadn't realized that Frank had circled behind him and he arched his back till his head was on Frank's groin. Frank pressed his rapidly hardening crotch into it and fisted through Gerard's hair again.

"And after supper, we are coming back to play some more yes?"

Gerard felt Frank trail his hand out of his hair and down his cheek. He caressed his neck gently and then pushed Gerard away. Gerard caught himself with his hands and turned to look at Frank. Frank was still smiling and looking like the school boy, but with the knife in his hand, he looked more dangerous than ever and Gerard could barely nod to answer Frank's question.

***Frank***

Frank decided that he was going to dress up for dinner tonight. He felt like the occasion called for it. He ordered Jamia to dress Gerard accordingly as well. Of course only he knew the reason, but he was never questioned for it. Frank dressed in all black to be contrasted with the all white that Gerard was going to be wearing. This was just another mind fuck for Robert of course. White was a symbol of purity and black was the color of night. He hoped that Robert would jump to paranoid conclusions and the results would be amusing to watch skim across his face. Next to normal fucking, mind fucking was Frank's favorite pass time. He pocketed the knife once again and left the room. Jamia was waiting with Gerard and Frank had to take a moment and admire her handy work. Gerard wore a white layered skirt and a white lace top. The lack of color made the red in his hair stand out as well as the change in length. This he knew would get to Robert the most. Frank had given Jamia a white collar to match the whole outfit and Frank decided that it completed it nicely. He expertly tied the rope to it and with Jamia off to the kitchen he lead Gerard to the dining room.

Upon arrival they took their usual places with the per functionary bow to Robert. Frank smirked as Robert took in the new look of his fiancé. He was appalled and aroused at the same time and he did a terrible time hiding it from Frank. When Gerard kneeled on the floor he winced from the pain of being on his knees for hours earlier. Frank saw Robert reaction and amped it up.

"Jamia get Gerard a cushion. I forgot how much his knees are hurting right now."

Frank watched Robert's head snap to look at him while he continued to focus his attention on Gerard. Jamia brought a cushion over and Gerard looked at Frank for permission to use it. Frank nodded and Gerard stood up so that the cushion could be placed. At that moment the lamp's light hit Gerard at just the right angle and Frank watched as Robert noticed the rope under the lace top. This time his look was full of anger, but Frank answered back with an inquisitive ‘what?' as Gerard gingerly placed himself on the cushion. He sighed and waited for the okay to start eating. Frank nodded again and Gerard began to eat. Just to add more confusion, Frank started a conversation with Robert about the rising price of grain for grain fed animals. It took Robert a minute to take his focus off of Gerard and answer Frank. After that it was just normal banter back and forth between the two gentlemen. At one point Robert actually invited Frank for brandy in the library and Frank had to remind him that he had a prior engagement. Robert flushed crimson and apologized for forgetting. Frank laughed and stated that he would join him in another day or so. Robert stood up and bowed and left the table and Frank could not stop laughing at his stupidity. Sometimes Frank was so good that he scared himself. He patted himself on the back for relaxing Robert so much that he forgot about the contest. He rose from his seat along with Gerard and they headed back to the Eastern hallway.

"Just one more day huh Gee, then you will be back with your precious Bert for a few. You're looking forward to it aren't you? Should I send you back in one piece or make him put you back together again?"

Frank opened the playroom and led Gerard in. He led him to the hanging chains where he had whipped Jamia yesterday. He dropped the rope and lifted Gerard's arms and locked each wrist into the manacles. Gerard kept his eyes and head cast down. Frank circled around Gerard and grabbed the rope again. He jerked it to make Gerard lift his head. He looked into Gerard's eyes and smiled.

"Let's play a game shall we?"

***Jamia***

The screaming continued into the night. Even though she knew the rest of the house could not hear it, Jamia heard it loud and clear. She hovered in the corner of her room with her hands covering her ears silently begging for the noise to end. When it finally did she heard the door to the playroom open and footsteps in the hallway. They stopped in front of her door and she froze. There was a scrapping noise on the door like something was being etched into it. It went on for a few more minutes and then halted. The shadow under the door went away and she heard footsteps again and the door to the bedroom open and close. After a time she thought was safe, she got up and opened her door. There were bloody footprints on the ground facing it and when she looked at the door a scream caught in her throat. Carved into her door with blood and lace were three letters, G E E. Jamia closed the door and fainted.

Notes

So this chapter was spawned from my first negative criticism and I of course freaked out. As you can tell, I do not do good with negative things. Constructive is fine, but negative goes to the wrong place. As a submissive anything negative requires punishment. In this chapter I sort of "Mary Sue'd" myself in Gerard. His punishment was mine and it breathed new life in me.

This is why to this day I still answer all comments even if they are negative. I learn from what readers and fans write to me and try to adapt them in the stories i create. ^-^

I swear, Gerard is still alive.