Bondage Mansion

***Gerard***

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The sound is deafening in the playroom. First it was doubled. The sound of salted water mixed with blood, but now it is just the water, just the sound of tears hitting the stone floor. Gerard is surprised that he still has any left.

The pain, the pain was almost unbearably, each slash, each carving into his skin. What was truly unbearable was the look in Frank's eyes. Those honey colored drops that mesmerized Gerard so when he first saw them. They were dark. So dark that Gerard swore that he could see Frank's soul in there. He shifted a little and the pain shot up his arms again. His legs gave out hours ago and he just hung from his wrists now. He knew the metal was digging in and causing fresh wounds each time he moved, but it was better than the constant cramps that were building up even now. Once again he had no idea how much time had gone by. It must have been a few hours because of the drying blood on his body. His nose itched. Out of everything that happened to him, he had to laugh out loud that this was the most irritating at the moment. He wriggled it trying to will away the annoyance, but of course this did not work. He continued to laugh, which lapsed into giggling and then wracking sobs again. The lamp light was getting dim now. The oil was running low and soon it would be no more. The darkness would be welcome to Gerard after watching his tears and blood drip into a mixed pool between his legs. He remembered hours ago that he had something else dripping between his legs and he actually admitted that he would prefer that bodily fluid over both of these.

When the lamp goes dark he is almost grateful. Now he can just concentrate on the images in his head instead of the ones in front of him. He slows his breathing and tries to relax. Gerard is not sure how much blood he has actually lost, but it was not enough to allow him to pass out like Jamia did. As his breathing changes, he finds his eyes growing heavy. With nothing to see they are slowly dropping closed. Sleep is not a bad idea. No other sounds, just the occasional chain rattle and him breathing. He vaguely hopes that when he wakes up he will find that it has been a nightmare and that he will be at the foot of Frank's bed chained up and unharmed. It amazes him that this thought does not bother him anymore. Being owned and possessed by someone so powerful is almost comforting. He thinks that only Frank is the only one that could hurt him. That if Gerard was to be slighted by anyone else, Frank would have their head on a silver platter and mounted on the wall of the Study. He could see a wall full of human heads, each one guilty of wronging Gerard in some way. An interesting statement from a man who loves animals to the point that he will not ingest them or decorate his body with them. Gerard laughs out loud again, but it is choked off by the sound of the door opening. Gerard squints in the light of the hallway to see who has entered. For a moment he wonders if it is Jamia coming to check on him, but he knows she would not be able to get the key from Frank easily. When the light runs across the floor it casts a shadow and Gerard knows who it is. The shadow leaves the door open and walks up to the lamp. Shaking it, they realize the oil is gone. Using the light from the hallway the shadow comes to stand in front of Gerard. Gerard cast his eyes down at the shadows shoes. They are well made velour bedroom shoes. The figure reaches a finger under Gerard's chin and forces it up to meet their sight.

"How are you Gee? Did I hurt you much? I got a little carried away. I am not going to apologize for it though. You deserve it for making me think about tomorrow. Why would you do that? WE COULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH FUN TONIGHT AND YOU HAD TO FUCKING RUIN IT!"

Gerard feels his face roughly pushed away. He feels the shadow run their fingers down his arm. The deep cuts and patterns angry from being disturbed.

"Mine Gee, you are mine. I have marked you so that everyone will know, but you knew didn't you? You have always known right?"

The shadows breath is ragged now. Coming out in short bursts like they are about to cry. Their hands reach up and undo the manacles. Gerard feels the ground come in contact with his knees sharply. No sound is uttered from his mouth other than a disconcerting giggle. The shadow looks surprised at his reaction and smiles so that the light hits his teeth, making him look feral. The shadow steps closer and the soft rustle of cloth can be heard. Gerard stops giggling and hitches a breath. Without being told he reaches up with trembling hands, still covered in dry blood as well fresh from the wrist wounds, and grasps at the shadow. Gerard knows that he will be punished for this action, but he cannot stop himself. His hands find the opening and he reaches in and closes over the soft flesh. He extracts it as it grows hard in his grasp. Gingerly Gerard brings his face to it and nuzzles it gentle on his cheek. The flesh continues to get hard and the sensation brings a sound from Gerard's lung that reverberates off the stone walls. With his eyes closed he guides the hardened flesh into his mouth, enjoying the feel of the warmth. He savors the unique flavor and scent and he pushes it in and down his throat. Relaxing his muscles he presses on until his nose is grazing the wiry nest of hair. He pulls back all the way to the end and then returns to the same position as before. Still waiting for any kind of reaction, he increases his speed trying new things with his tongue and hollowing out his cheeks. His hand seeks out the hanging flesh below and he gently massages it. He switches his hand to the hardened flesh and moves his mouth to the flesh below and takes it in gently. He laps at it with his tongue and pulls away with an obscene pop. He returns his mouth to its earlier place and now finds that he can no longer take it all in. He takes the opportunity to bathe it with his tongue and traces the veins and contours committing them to memory. As he is doing this he freezes as he feels the shadows hand touch his cheek. The hand caresses it gently and lovingly. He pushes into it and licks the palm. Gerard returns to the hardened flesh and begins to suck in earnest. The hand on his cheek moves to his hair and tugs on it lightly guiding his head to increase in speed. Gerard smiles and happily complies. He feels his own flesh getting hard and begging to be touched, but he ignores it and gives all concentration to his task. He begins to hear sounds of approval from above as the shadow groans and moans and fists his hair tighter. There is an increase in panting too and some thrusting back. Gerard accommodates it all and smiles. His mouth is full of spit and he swallows it to make room for the pre-cum beginning to flow out. He relishes in the taste and sucks more greedily trying to draw it out. The shadow chuckles throatily.

"You like that huh Gee? Like the taste? Want more? Such a good little slut. Look at you with your mouth full of my cock, just mine and no one else's right? I'm your first too aren't I? Never sucked Bert like this right? Course not, he wouldn't let you."

Gerard moans are his answers as he continues to increase his speed.

"Fuck Gee, you're so hard. I can see it even in this light. Want to touch yourself? Want me to see you get off?"

Gerard knows this is just a taunt; he still has the rubber ring on as well as the rope cage covering it up. He does not care though and just keeps up his original task. Over the obscene noises his mouth is making he hears the sound of the silver knife opening. The shadow pulls away from him, a string of spit glistening from him to Gerard's mouth.

"Stand up."

Gerard is still shaky from his legs being numb, but he tries to obey. He cries out when he puts pressure on the balls of his feet, but he still forces himself up. He grabs the chain for support, but slips and falls forward. He expects to hit the floor hard, but instead he is caught by the shadow. The shadow turns him around so that his back is to their chest. One arm is slung around his waist and he is being held up. Another hand is caressing his neck and he leans into it and places his head back on the shadows shoulder. The shadow guides his hand down to the top of the tattered lace of what is left of the top and traces on finger down Gerard's chest. He moans at this action and can feel the hard flesh being pressed into the small of his back. He pushes back into it and hears a soft laugh in his ear.

"Feels good doesn't it Gee? Like when I press my cock into your back? Wouldn't you like me to press it somewhere else?"

Gerard feels the hand around his waist meet the hand on his chest and together they remove the lace top with their strength. The sound of the fabric tearing only turns Gerard on more. The knife appears again and it is cutting the skirt off his hips. Now he is covered in nothing but the intricate rope pattern. One of the shadow's hand's caresses Gerard's stomach. He winces a little because there are two carvings there. The shadow chuckles again and traces the carvings until Gerard's knees begin to buckle again. He is still held up by the other arm and the knife removes the restrictive rope cage around his inner thighs. Gerard gasps at the loss of pressure and it feels so good. The shadow's hand lightly touched Gerard's hard flesh and reaches for the rubber ring.

"You will not cum until I tell you to, do you understand?"

Gerard nods yes feverishly. The hand works the knife under the rubber ring and with one swift move removes it. Gerard feels all the blood rushing to his groin and groans at the fullness. The shadow laughs again and spins Gerard around. He just has a chance to see the teeth gleaming white, from a smile, in the low light when he is pushed back down to his knees. Gerard scrambles to get his mouth back around the hard flesh and he sighs as it hits the back of his throat once more.

"Fuck, that's it Gee, suck it good, show me you want to cum."

Gerard obeys the shadow and puts everything into it. He runs his hands on the shadows thighs and around to his ass. He squeezes and pulls him closer so that there is no space between them. Hands are back in his hair and it feels so good. He feels the flesh begin to tighten and flex in his mouth. He sucks harder and uses his tongue more. He is rewarded with praise.

"Ungh, ah, ah ,ah , Gee, shit, ah, fuck, cum for me right now."

Gerard obeys and concentrates all his feelings and emotions into his groin and within a minute he is cumming without even touching himself. He writhes with a moan as the warm liquid leaves his body and hits his chest. This sets off a chain reaction and his mouth fills up with the same warm liquid and he greedily swallows it down, sucking it all out as the hard flesh begins to soften in his mouth.

"Holy shit Gerard, so fucking good, just keep sucking, uh, like that, fuck yeah."

The soft flesh drops out of his mouth and Gerard sits back and looks up at the shadow. A hand reaches out and caresses his cheek once more.

"Mine?"

"Yours."

Notes

Let me start out by apologizing to anyone I freaked out in the last chapter. I promised another reader that I would not kill Gerard and I kept that promise.

This chapter got a little cryptic, but it was important to show how Gerard thought as opposed to Frank. Hopefully you got it. ^-^