Bondage Mansion

***Bert***

The last time Robert had a headache this bad was when there was a dispute over a piece of land between him and his uncle. Robert was right of course, but it still did not make the situation any easier to explain. He rolled out of bed and groped for the silk rope with the bell attached. Within minutes of pulling it on, Peter arrived with a tray bearing a glass of water and a pain alleviating powder. Robert poured the powder into the water, swirled it, and drank it down quickly. Peter left and Robert began to dress for morning meal.

Robert headed into the dining room and saw that Frank was already seated and enjoying a steaming cup of coffee. Gerard was nowhere in sight, again. Frank nodded to him and continued to eat. Robert sighed and sat at his place. He went for his cup of coffee when he noticed that Gerard's place was set for him. He looked at the normal place setting waiting for food and the over turned cup to be flipped and filled. He took all this in and then looked at Frank. Frank looked up and smiled. The three days were over. Robert had his Gee back.

At that moment Gerard entered the room. He looked at Frank and then at Robert. He crossed to Robert's side and leaned down to plant a small kiss on his cheek near the corner of his mouth. This was their morning routine for as long as Robert could remember. He reached up and rubbed the small of Gerard's back and sighed. He did not notice Gerard wince slightly. Gerard moved out of his embrace and squeezed his hand. He then took his seat. Frank went back to eating. Peter brought out Gerard's usual breakfast of strawberries and clotted crème. He poured Gerard a cup of coffee, bowed and left the room again. Gerard picked up the spoon and added crème to the strawberries and began to eat. It was only then that Robert realized that Gerard had not spoken a morning greeting. He remembered the rules of the contest, but surely they only counted when he was with Frank. With Frank. He shuddered to think what Frank had done to Gerard, done to his Gee. He studied Gerard for a bit. He was wearing a long sleeve light blue shirt and tan pants. Nothing unusual at all for him. His hair was brushed and set nicely. Even though the color was not him, the style suited his face. Robert could remember when Gee had shortened his hair in order to grow it out again. He could get used to it, not so much the color though. That would have to change, but he knew Gerard would not mind, he probably didn't like it either. It was too wild for Gerard. By now Robert had decided that he had enough of the silence.

"Good morning Gerard, how did you sleep last night?"

"Very well Robert, thank you."

Gerard said nothing else after that so Robert decided to continue the conversation.

"Gee, I know that the rules say you cannot speak till you are spoken to, but at least for the time you are with me, I want you to speak any time you want."

Gerard looked at Robert and smiled.

"Thank you Robert. So Frank, how did you sleep?"

Both Robert and Frank looked up at this. Gerard was smiling as always and the question seemed genuine. Frank looked at him and smiled back.

"I slept well thank you Gerard, I just had slightly cold feet."

Robert looked at Frank when he said this. He looked at Gerard to see if this was code for anything, but Gerard just smiled and rang the bell for Peter. Peter arrived promptly at Gerard's side.

"Yes Sir?"

"Mr. Wentz, please make sure that a hot water bottle is ready for Jamia to take to Mr. Iero's room tonight."

"Very good Sir, oh and Sir? Good to have you back."

Gerard smiled in response.

"It is good to be back Mr. Wentz."

Peter bowed and left the room.

"There, now you should have no problems Frank."

"Thank you Gerard, you did not have to do that."

"Oh no, we cannot have people thinking that we mistreat guests, especially guests that are family."

Robert is shocked at hearing this and then Gerard looks at him and favors him with one of his most beautiful smiles. Robert reaches out and takes Gerard's hand and rubs it affectionately. He forgot how kind and generous Gerard could be. Even in the face of this contest that Gerard gets the low end of the stick on, he still remains as concerned with others as ever. Tears begin to well up in Robert's eyes and he remembers why he fell in love with this man in the first place.

"I love you Gee."

"I love you too Bert."

Robert looks over at Frank and sees that he is smiling at them. Robert returns the smile and then settles down into eating once again.

***Gerard***

It was strange waking up in his bed today. He had on normal bed clothes and the familiar sight of his belongings for the first time in three days. Last night Jamia checked all his wounds and made sure they were healing properly. She smoothed more salve on them and bandaged them once more. He missed Jamia so much and once she finished they just sat and held each other. At one point they both started crying and then laughing and crying again. She tried to apologize to him, but he would have none of it. Even though Gerard did not fully know, he knew what he agreed to with Frank and Robert and there were no regrets. They embraced quietly and stayed like that till they both needed air. After several more times, Jamia helped Gerard change into real bed clothes and tucked him in. She even kissed him on the forehead like a mother. This made him smile and he pulled her down for a real kiss. They messed each other's hair and up with hands and fingers and explored visible and not so visible skin. When it was over, Gerard settled in for real and Jamia blew him a kiss as she closed the door. He passed out immediately.

Gerard slowly sat up. He blinked a couple times and his hand went instinctively to his neck for the manacle that was not there. He rubbed it and actually felt a slight pain of loss. He got up and washed his face in the basin. He then sat down at his dressing table and began to brush his hair. It looked strange, not being long and black, but he kind of liked the red. He just wished it was better shaped. Gerard picked up his scissors and began to turn the haphazard patches into workable parts. He trimmed to make everything even and then wet his hair to see that nothing was sticking up. A nice hot oil treatment would help out too. He would do that tonight after supper and a warm bath. Gerard went to his dressing room and picked out his clothes. He wanted to cover the bandaged, but not so it was noticeable. ‘A light long sleeve shirt would do the trick.' He decided along with a pair of tan pant to match. He dressed quickly and then sat down at the dressing table again. He looked at his reflection. He looked almost normal. Almost, if you did not know what you were looking for that is. Faint lines were on his neck from the manacle as well as his wrist. He touched his neck once more. It felt too bare. He dug around for a scarf and tied it smartly. With pressure on his neck he felt better. Now the question was what to do. He had been given orders for three days, but now he was on his own again. Gerard sighed. It was very confusing. Robert would never fetch him for a meal or anything else. He rose from the table and headed out of his room and down the stairs.

Upon arriving, he saw that both Frank and Robert were there. He saw Robert and smiled. The urge to greet him was too great and he was glad that he did from Robert's reaction. He sat at the table and waited to be served. When Peter brought out his food and placed it in front of him he started to feel more normal. Seeing Robert next to him was like an anchor. Gerard looked across to Frank and noticed he was not paying attention. Another little pain caught him that he did not understand. Robert took that moment to greet Gerard and of course he answered back. He did not feel compelled to say anything else and began eating. When Robert announced that he wanted Gerard to talk as he pleased, he took the opportunity to greet Frank. He guessed he wanted to gauge Frank's reaction, but there was none. The comment about his feet being cold though, Gerard knew exactly what he was referring to. Gerard slept at Frank's feet and on top of them. He kept them warm and now he was gone. It surprised both Robert and Frank when he asked for the hot water bottle and deemed that Frank deserve comfort as family. Considering what Frank put him through the last three days, Gerard did not even think to change his mind. He felt good that he could still take care of Frank when he was not present.

Robert finished eating first and relaxed back in his seat. He lingered over his cup of coffee and asked Gerard what he would like to do today.

"I thought maybe we could go for a nice walk after you finished with your business meeting."

Robert frowned at this and Gerard was puzzled.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, my meeting is not home today, I have to go into town."

"Oh, well then I will just paint till it is time for your return. We can go after that."

"I will not be back till late though, perhaps tomorrow?"

"Yes that will be fine."

Gerard smiled, but his heart was not in it. How could Robert do this when he just got back, so to speak. Gerard excused himself and bowed to each gentleman. He went back up stairs and changed into his painting smock. This required him to remove the long sleeve shirt, but since Robert was leaving it would not matter. He picked up his painters hat. It fit better now with the short hair he noticed. Gerard made his way back down stairs and ducked into the dining room again. He kept his arms behind his back casually and dipped down to kiss Robert goodbye. He left the two men to talk and headed into the library. Gerard closed the door and walked over to his easel. He lifted the cover of his painting and looked at it. The blues and greens swirled together in the way he thought Robert and he did. That was the main attraction to paint this, but right now he did not feel like continuing it. He took the painting down and placed it near the window still covered up. He crossed to the hidden closet on the other side of the room and pulled out a new frame. He rummaged for some new paints and brushes and closed the door. Carrying everything he walked back over and set the blank frame on the easel. Gerard picked up his palette and placed colors on it from the jars. Different shades of red and purple and some black and white for contrast. He picked up one of the brushes and dipped it in water. He blotted it carefully and then chose a color to start. He dipped the brush in the paint and touched the canvas. While he painted, Gerard did not notice the tears falling from his eyes, but the man at the door did and he smiled.

***Frank***

Robert was a fucking idiot and Frank knew this. He also counted on this to win the contest. What he did not realize is how much he over estimated his opponent. He clearly did not know Gerard as well as Frank did after just three days. If he had, he would have sensed the slight quiver in Gerard's voice when he found out that Robert would be gone most of the day. Why Robert would do that now after not seeing Gerard for three days was beyond him, but Frank would use that to his advantage. He watched as Gerard left, dragging his feet slightly in defeat. Frank engaged Robert in conversation for a while. He found out that the business meeting was about a new venture in soy beans. Robert was doing business as usual not thinking that he could lose all to Frank and that was fine with him. If Robert increased the business profits over the course of the month then when Frank took it over, it would be less work for him. Gerard returned after a time dressed in a long dress style shirt. It was splashed with paint here and there and Frank remembered seeing him in it the first night. He inwardly chuckled at how Gerard held his arms so the bandages would not be seen, but he had nothing to worry about as Robert was still engaged in conversation with Frank and barely leant his cheek for a kiss. This was what Gerard lived with every day and he could already see that Gerard was bored with it. Gerard left the room and Frank finished his coffee. Once done he bid a safe journey to Robert and stated that he would look after things while he was away. Robert smiled, bowed back and thanked him. He watched as Robert collected his coat and hat from Peter and then tipping it to Frank left without another word. Frank sat and brought his hands together with his forefingers steepled. He had to be careful with the way he preceded. He rose and headed down to his room. He grabbed his guitar and headed to the library. The door was mostly closed, but Frank was able to push it open a bit. He saw Gerard by the fireplace painting. He noticed the original canvas was covered and against the wall. He knew that Gerard had started something new. In the light of the window, Frank saw tear tracks on Gerard's cheeks. Gerard was ignoring them in favor of concentration. Frank knew that he was upset from Robert's misunderstood treatment. He thought about pushing the door open and entering, but decided to knock instead. Careful planning made for winning and Frank was all about being the winner.

"Come in."

Frank stuck his head in and saw surprise in Gerard's thought to be careful reaction.

"Frank, what can I do for you?"

"Robert just left and wanted to remind you that he will not be home for afternoon meal or dinner."

Gerard sighed inwardly and then let it go. Rather than leave, Frank entered the room. He ignored Gerard and went over to the fireplace. He carefully placed his guitar next to the chair and sat down. He started tuning it. Out of the corner of his vision he saw that Gerard was watching him. Frank kept his face neutral and concentrated on the tuning pegs and the way the strings felt in his hand. This was his baby. It was all he had when he arrived at the whore house. He treasured it so much that he actually slept with it. He got a lot of shit from the whores for it too. They ridiculed him and called him a pansy. Frank may have been small and looked like he was weak, but this was far from the truth. He survived the streets for three years before the whore house and he would be damned if any of those bitches were going to get the best of him. He decided to own the name and donned his guitar "pansy" as well. The whores were impressed by this defiance and one of them, who was a bit of an artist, painted the name on the body of the guitar. One of the younger whores thought it would be funny and threw glitter on the wet paint. The glitter stuck and it was now there permanently. Once the guitar was tuned, Frank strummed the strings. They rang out in perfect harmony. He began to play a simple tune and for a moment got lost in the music. He remembered a time he was sitting on a dock watching ships go in and out and wondering if he would ever get to travel like that. He got to know a Spanish whore that taught him a few sonatas from her country. They were easy on fingers as she was easy on the eyes. He played for her and in exchange she would brush his hair. He loved the feeling of her fingers running through his locks and he shivered with the memory. Frank's reverie was broken by Gerard's voice.

"Are you cold? I could stoke the fire more and add more wood."

Frank looked up at him and smiled.

"No, I am alright, it was just a memory."

"That was beautiful what you just played."

"Thank you. I see you have started on a new painting. Taking a break from the other one?"

"Not sure, just um, wanted to try something new."

Frank placed his guitar down and walked over to Gerard. He stood on the side and slightly behind him and looked at the canvas. A figure was there with swirls of purple and red around them. Gerard had made both light and dark contrast with the use of black and white. There were colors as dark as bruises and red that was as bright as rivers of blood. The colors circled the figure and were almost trying to envelope them. Frank continued to study the painting and he reached out and touched the figure in the center. That part was dry, but the colors around it were wet and glistening in the fire light. The shadows added to the painting and Gerard was capturing them on the canvas as Frank watched. Gerard chose another brush and, dipping it in red, used it to flick spots of red on the canvas. He lightly smeared the face of the figure with red on its cheek. Watching Gerard paint was intriguing.

***Gerard***

Gerard was trying to concentrate on his painting, but having Frank in the same room made it hard to breathe. It was not that he was concerned that Frank would try something; he knew the contest rules well. He just did not understand why he was here. Why didn't he go back to his room like he did each time before? Perhaps without Gerard there he was bored. After Frank reached out to the canvas, he continued to watch him paint. Gerard did not know where he was going with this painting and Frank was making him more nervous. He chose a small brush and dipped it in black, swirling in a little white. He created a light line across the neck of the figure. He trailed the line down to the end of the canvas. He switched to the purple, not bothering to rinse the brush and drew several lines where the canvas ended and the shape of a pole began to form. Gerard studied it and placed the end of the brush in his mouth. He bit on the wood handle and swirled it around between his lips trying to decide where to go from there. He pulled the brush out of his mouth slowly and added to the canvas then placed the brush back between his lips. Gerard had gotten so lost in his thoughts that he forgot Frank was standing next to him until he heard him clear his throat. Gerard turned to him with the brush still in his mouth.

"Yes, Frank?"

"Um…I was wondering if you would show me the grounds later. I know you wanted to talk a walk earlier with Robert, but it is as good an excuse as any to get out."

Gerard looked at Frank. He chewed on the paint brush handle trying to decide if he could trust Frank. Frank's eyes seemed to be focused on him with sincerity, just flickering down a little. Gerard pursed his lips and thought, ‘what could it really hurt?'

"Sure Frank, I would be happy to show you the grounds. After noon meal perhaps, I need time to get changed and ready."

"Sounds great!"

Frank smiled at Gerard and he relaxed a little. After that Frank went back to playing his guitar and Gerard went back to his painting. They shared a comfortable conversation between the scratching of the brushes and the strumming of the strings. Gerard added another figure to the painting above the first one. It seems to be standing over them and watching. Gerard was pleased with this addition and smiled placing the brush back in his mouth. As he twirled it around he did not see Frank glancing up at him fully concentrating on Gerard's mouth. He also did not see the bulge that Frank's cock was forming in his already too tight pants. Frank covered it with his guitar and just continued to play, counting down the minutes and patiently waiting for their excursion.

Notes

So, Gerard is back with Bert for the next three days......I'm not telling^0^

No seriously, it is going to be an interesting three days. it will not be what you guys are expecting or maybe it will. Sorry for the crypticness, but this three days is going to be a whirlwind mind fuck.

Please enjoy and please comment. I love to hear your thoughts about each chapter. ^-^