Bondage Mansion

***Gerard***

The sunlight warms his skin as it beams in from the window. Gerard stretches and then coils back in pain. His arms and legs aching with sharp stinging pain. He opens his eyes and looks up. He looks at himself in the standing mirror near Frank's bed. He sees the thick metal collar around his neck and the chain that leads out of the mirrors reflection, but continues to the bed post. Gerard can also see the marks on his arms. It is the first time he has been able to lay eyes on them. The word is in reverse, but he can clearly see what it says. M I N E. It runs up his arm in all capitals, shiny from the salve that it's been covered in. Someone took the time to keep infection away, although it was not bandaged. Gerard is pretty sure that Frank did it. He has the feeling that Jamia would have covered them. He slowly sits up and looks at his other arm. There are three hearts carved into it. Gerard looks at his legs and notices his knees are all scratched up. There are marks from the stone floor imbedded into the skin. These too are covered in salve as well as his inner thighs. There is a letter on each side, F. I., Frank's initials. The worst marks are on the outer thigh of his right leg and his stomach. The entire thigh has a man being hung carved into it. Under it are small lines and letters on two of them. Gerard shudders and remembers the game that Frank wanted to play. He had to guess the letters before the hanged man was finished being carved. He could only come up with two. The memory brought back fresh pain and tears rolled down his cheeks. He touched his stomach and felt the birds carved into him. He did not understand this one at all. At the time he did not care, he just wanted the pain to stop. Gerard had begged Frank to stop hurting him. He cried so much and when he looked up at Frank's face he only saw shining eyes and a maniacal happiness on Frank's face. He enjoyed hurting Gerard like this. He got off on watching the blood pour out, literally. As Frank carved each part he would jerk off and cover Gerard with cum stinging each open wound. It was filth and degradation. Gerard laid back down and sobbed into the bed-clothes reliving each moment vividly.

He must have fallen asleep again because the sun had moved from the bed to the floor. This time when he tried to stretch there was resistance. He looked and saw that he was now bandaged. All the cuts and marks were wrapped in white rags, then covered over with delicate lace. They were carefully tied closed and he could see new salve peeking out of some. Looking around the room he saw a bowl with bloody rags and water. He wondered again Jamia, but he knew it had been Frank again. Maybe Frank was sorry that he hurt him. May be he felt remorse? No, that word was not in Frank's vocabulary. This was another game right? Gerard sat up slowly and noticed a table with fresh fruit on it. He carefully got up from the bed, the slack of chain clanking to the floor, and walked carefully over to it. He looked for a chair, but there was none other than the one Frank used. Gerard sighed and started to bring the fruit back to the bed. Suddenly he stopped and looked at the floor. He slowly dropped to his knees, hissing a bit at the contact, and placed the bowl on the floor. The same as he did in the dining room, he ate the fruit right there. It felt right or natural, but he did not understand why. Once he was finished, he curled up on the rug and went back to sleep.

This time when he woke up it was dark out. A platter was off to the side of him and Gerard could detect the aroma under the cover faintly. He sat up and crawled over to it. He lifted the lid and the wonderful aroma filled the room. The dome kept the roasted vegetables hot and fresh for him. He picked up a parsnip and gingerly popped it into his mouth. He groaned at the wonderful flavor dancing on his tongue. It felt like he had not eaten in days. Not caring about manners he dove into the plate with his hands. No regard for the heat, Gerard fisted the food and swallowed it greedily, spilling it down the front of his chest. Through his half lidded eyes he spied a bottle of wine and a goblet filled to the brim. He picked up the goblet and dipped his finger in. It was the same wine from Frank's collection. He took it in big gulps letting it dribble out the side of his lips. He knew he was drinking too fast and that it would result in that light headed feeling, but he did not care. Once the goblet was drained he ate more food. This time he did not bother with the goblet and just drank from the bottle. He knew that it was barbaric, but he was not sating his thirst with what was in the goblet.

When he finished eating and had nearly drained the bottle, Gerard cleaned up the mess on the floor. He meant to clean up himself, but he could feel the wine getting to him and it made him laugh. He crawled away from the platter dragging the bottle with him till he was in front of the mirror. He looked at himself and laughed again.

"Don't you look a sight Gee?"

Gerard giggled as he heard his voice echo in the empty room. He was covered in bits of food and wine staining his chest. He forgot that he was practically naked, with just the barely there black undergarment. He realized that to dress his wounds he had to be stripped, but leaving the undergarment was letting him have his dignity. Dignity was certainly not in the mirror though. He ran a hand up his chest past his neck, and the metal collar, and through his hair. He kind of liked the color. It made him look sultry and a little dangerous. He made faces in the mirror with his hands grabbing his hair. He giggled again and wondered what Robert would think of him like this. ‘Bert' his name echoed in Gerard's mind faintly. After tonight he would be back with him for the next three days. He would be eating at the table and sleeping in his own bed, or sharing Bert's. He could paint more of their wedding gift. He would be normal again. Gerard sighed out loud. He wanted that, didn't he? To be treated equal again? He couldn't wait right? Gerard dropped his hands from his hair to his lap. Without realizing it he had gone to his knees again. He sat there staring at his reflection. He touched the metal on his neck. He traced the chain trailing from it and listened to the clank it made. He brought his hands to the floor and stretched his head and neck down, bending his body in the process. The dressing on his stomach rustled as he went lower till he was almost bent in half.He then got back up on his knees and rose to his feet. He looked so different standing. It felt foreign to him to be at full height. Gerard pulled on the chain so that he hunched over a bit as if he was being lead. That position felt better, but it wasn't until he sank back to his knees was he much happier. He was confused by this action, but chalked it up to the wine. He picked up the bottle and took a drink from it watching his reflection. Shouldn't he look like any other man drinking from a bottle? Did Robert look like this? He seemed to remember him being more masculine and gruff. Gerard looked anything but that. Even with the short hair he still looked like a woman from certain angles. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. A sudden breeze entered the room and Gerard shivered. He looked over as the door opened and met Frank's eyes. They were surprised at first and then quickly reverted back to normal. A smirk rose on his mouth. Gerard remembered what he looked like, but he also remembered how much he drank. He was most likely drunk for sure now and it gave him confidence. He looked right at Frank and lifted the bottle to his lips. He completely drained it allowing the liquid to over flow his mouth once more. Frank licked his lips and turned away from him to speak to someone in the hallway, most likely Jamia. Then he entered the room and closed the door.

***Frank***

This is not what Frank expected at all. Gerard; drunk on his knees, in front of a mirror, covered with food and wine. Frank could not help but smirk and lick his lips again. He looked so good right now. Completely debauched and like he did not give a fuck by the way he drained the bottle. Frank moved the platter out of his way and walked over to Gerard. He stood behind him and Gerard rose higher on his knees. He nuzzled Frank and pressed into his thighs with the back of his head.

"Fuck Gee, look at you."

Frank ran his hand through Gerard's hair and down his neck to the collar. Gerard moaned and leaned into the touch. Frank ran his down Gerard's chest and into the still wet wine. He reached down and squeezed one of Gerard's nipples making him jump. He brought his fingers to his mouth tasting them. He saw that Gerard was watching them in the mirror the whole time.

"I see you enjoyed dinner and the wine selection. I am pleased by this, but I did give you utensils and a goblet did I not?"

"I guess I was really hungry Sir and very thirsty."

Frank could see Gerard trying to suppress a giggle and failing at it miserably. He walked away from Gerard and sat in the chair. Gerard, still watching him in the mirror put the wine bottle down and crawled over to him. Frank was surprised at the action and also that Gerard properly presented himself in front of Frank, legs splayed and chest out. Frank sat back and crossed his ankle over his knee and looked at him.

"In another hour Jamia is going to escort you back to you room and my three days are over."

Gerard looked at him and then acknowledgement hit him. Frank watched as it dawned on Gerard that he had been in the room all day and Frank had not been around. Oh, he came in and dressed the wounds so they would not be so angry when Robert saw them, but other than that he did not touch Gerard at all. This mind fuck had been planned since Frank lost it last night. He knew he had to. He only meant to carve a little in Gerard, but once the blood started flowing he did not want it to stop. Frank wonders if he could have killed Gerard by blood loss alone. No matter, he didn't in the end. He stopped himself and after he carved into the servant quarters door, he went to bed and passed out. He visited Gerard in the night and surprisingly had received that amazing blow job from him. It was because of that he decided to leave Gerard alone all day to let him wonder what was going on. However with Gerard looking like this, he may not be able to keep this up. No. He would not fuck this up no matter how good Gerard looked to him. However he never said he could not fuck with him without touching him. That thought became a reality when Gerard decided to present himself with no prompting. ‘A show before he goes' Frank mused. Frank crooked a finger at Gerard and he straightened up and leaned forward. Frank caressed his cheek.

"Mmmm Gee, you look so good right now. Maybe I should have had you for dinner instead. I could probably sate my thirst just by licking the wine off of your chest."

Frank grabbed his crotch and rubbed it in front of Gerard's wide eyed stare. He swears that Gerard's mouth started to water at this move. He opened his pants and pulled his cock out and started to stroke it. He could see that Gerard wanted to move and do something, but Frank was not going to let him. He continued to stroke it and stare at Gerard.

"Let me see you touch yourself. Want to see you cum one more time before you go."

Gerard groaned and reached into his barely there clothing and pulled his cock out to the delight of Frank. He watched as Gerard dragged his palm over his tongue and then grabbed his cock hard and began to stroke it. He was trying to match Frank's pace, but Frank was not having it.

"Uh uh uh Gee, slowly. Want you to savor it till I tell you to cum.

Gerard whined, but complied and slowed down. To compensate he started going from head to shaft completely. This made him shudder and throw his head back revealing the manacle and his strained neck, pale and taut. Frank started to stroke faster and he admired the sight before him. In only three days he reduced Gerard to this. Oh and it was only the beginning. He had not even fucked him yet and Gerard was already coming apart for him. Frank smiled because he knew what was coming next. He knew what the three days away was going to be like. Well sort of away. Frank was hatching a plan that would give him two mind fucks at once and he could not wait. That thought alone made him hard and he clenched his fist tighter and let out a moan that made Gerard tip his head back up and look at him. Frank took that opportunity to really lay into it and suddenly he felt his balls hitch up and that feeling in the pit of his stomach, warm and inviting, bubble to the surface. Frank cried out and began to cum, but his hand was pushed away and Gerard shoved his mouth over the head and greedily swallowed as much as he could. Frank fucked into the warm wet opening and fisted the bright red hair as he rode out his orgasm completely. Over sensitized he pushed Gerard back to his knees and opened his eyes. He gulped as he looked at Gerard with cum hanging off his chin as he licked his lips and continued to stroke himself.

"Shit Gee, I didn't know you wanted it that bad. Fuck, cum for me right now."

Gerard cried out and in a matter of seconds was cumming hard all over his hand and chest. He rode it out shivering and brought his hand to his mouth and sucked his finger in. This delighted Frank that he had brought Gerard that far in such a short time. Just then the door opened and Jamia walked in. She took in the sight and gasped throwing her hand over her mouth to stifle it.

"Ah good Jamia, right on time. Please escort Gerard back to his room. I am done with him for now."

Frank pulled the key out and unlocked the manacle around Gerard's neck. He patted his head and pointed to Jamia. Frank watched as Gerard got up and walked over to Jamia. Jamia took his hand and led him out the door. Gerard looked at Frank one last time and then the door closed. Frank sat alone in the room and after a few minutes he began to laugh. It echoed around the room and the sound would make any sane person cringe. This contest was already won, and it made him smile. Frank finished getting undressed and hopped into bed. Tomorrow was going to be so good and he could not wait.

Notes

So the first three days are over and Gerard still lives. Wonder what is going to happen with the next three?