***Gerard***


Gerard sat at his vanity brushing his hair. He stared into the mirror and tried to see the bedroom behind him and the empty bed in the reflection, but all he could see was Frank with Jamia writhing and moaning his name.


It had been a complete accident. Gerard was known for night excursions. All the servants knew this and were not surprised to hear or see Gerard roaming the halls, heading to the library to read or paint. It was not as though Gerard had insomnia; he just gets bouts of creative energy at strange moments and must get them out of his mind or no sleep would come at all. He crept out of his room quietly as to not wake Robert in the next room and silently moved down the hallway. Making his way towards the stairs he was surprised to see that Frank’s door was open. Even more surprising was the noise coming from the room. Although he was brought up with impeccable manners, his curiosity got the best of him and he peered into the room. He had to hold the gasp that nearly slipped out of his mouth at the sight he was beholding.



Frank had Jamia on her knees grunting like an animal. Her sleeping gown was in tatters on the floor next to the bed and her hands were bound behind her with Frank’s belt. He was holding onto the strap pulling it taught and he slammed into her over and over again with such force that the bed was moving. Gerard became flush and felt a shimmer of sweat begin to form on his skin. He swallowed hard and listened for Jamia to give any signs of being hurt so that he had a reason to barge in and stop this barbaric behavior. Unfortunately nothing but sounds of pleasure were cascading from her throat and the cadence that was spewing from Frank was both shocking and arousing.



“You like that don’t you, slut?”



Jamia groaned a response and Frank pulled the belt tighter causing her arms to rise higher.



“Yeah, you like when I fuck you like a common animal, dirty and nasty on your knees.”



Suddenly the cadence stopped and Gerard saw Frank shudder and pull his cock out of Jamia and cum all over her ass and back.



“Oh yeah, look so good covered in my cum. Turn around and suck the rest out.”



Frank pulled the belt and Jamia rose up on her knees. She moved on her knees till she was facing Frank and he grabbed her head and shoved it on his cock gagging her completely. Jamia made a choking sound, but she obeyed and sucked it obediently. Frank continued to control her head and fuck her mouth with wanton abandonment. Gerard could not take anymore and he ran back to his room.



Gerard closed his eyes once more and willed the scene away. He finished dressing and made his way downstairs to breakfast.

Frank watched as Gerard entered the dining room. He bent down and lightly kissed Robert on the cheek and exchanged pleasantries. He took his place at his right side and nodded to the maid who brought his breakfast out.

“Good morning, Gerard, how did you sleep last night?”

Gerard startled at his voice. He lifted his head and made minimal eye contact.

“Not very well, thank you, I am prone to fits of insomnia.”

“Oh, I am sorry to hear that, I hope there was nothing that kept you awake.”

“No, just my mind wondering, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Iero.”

"Gerard, we are family, call me Frank."


***Frank***


Gerard turned back to his breakfast and picked at it. Frank smirked behind his napkin. He knew that Gerard had trouble sleeping; in fact he counted on it. Last night he cornered the maid and made her feel shameful for serving him without knowing what his culinary desires were.


“I thought servants were supposed to know everything about their masters as well as their kin.”



Jamia demurred like a frightened rabbit and stammered that she could not have known because the master never mentioned him before. Frank slapped her hard across the face and stated that was a poor excuse and that she disgraced her master as well as those that trained her.



“Perhaps you need more training. Perhaps,"



He licked his lips



"training of a different kind.”



Jamia dared to meet his eyes and what she saw there took her breath away. Frank’s eyes were filled with lust and something else that Jamia had never seen before. A fire, a need to possess, and control her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and crashed his lips into hers. She resisted for only a second before she succumbed to his grip and fainted in his arms. He lifted her up and carried her to his room. He set the door up so that it was open enough for when Gerard walked by. Then he turned his attentions to the plaything on the bed. He stripped down to nothing, found his belt, sat in the chair, and waited for her to awaken.



Jamia came around and realized she was not in her room. She groped frantically for the lamp to illuminate the room more. She found it was about to turn the knob all the way when a voice spoke out of the darkness.



“Don’t!”



Jamia froze, but kept her hand on the knob. She slowly scanned the room for the location of the voice and in the dim light her face found the master’s kin looking at her with a hard scowl on her face. She gasped and remembered what happened in the hallway and her hand flew to her bruised cheek. Frank smiled as he saw her memory returning. He stood up and walked over to the end of the bed. When Jamia realized that he was naked, she cast her eyes away timidly. Frank brought the belt down on to the bed with a whistle and the sound made her jump.



“Look at me.”


Jamia shook her head no. This time the sound came closer and she could feel the breeze from the force of the smack.


“I said, look at me!”



Jamia lifted her head up and looked into Frank’s eyes.



“That’s better. Learn to obey and this lesson will go much faster.”



“L-Lesson?”



Jamia’s voice was filled with fear and it made Frank’s cock switch in anticipation.”



“Yes, my pet, a lesson in how to treat family properly.”



Frank walked around the bed and stood in front of Jamia, his cock half hard and getting harder by the second. She kept her focus on his eyes purposefully avoiding the rest of him. He took her face in his hands and gently rubbed the cheek he hit earlier. She relaxed a little and let her guard down. He smiled at her then hit her even harder than before. Jamia went down with a cry. Frank flipped her over and pulled her arms behind her. He looped his belt around her wrists and pulled it tightly. He then yanked off her panties, pulled her up by the strap to a kneeling position, and shoved them in her mouth before she could make any more noise. Jamia started to gag on the cloth and he slapped her again.



“Shut the fuck up, slut!”



Jamia became quiet except for the occasional sob noises. Frank pulled on the strap until she turned to face him. He smirked at her and pulled out a knife. Her eyes went wide and she started to struggle again. He lifted his hand as if to hit her again and she stopped right away.



“Good, you’re learning. Now, I am using the knife to remove your gown since your arms are occupied with my belt.”



He wagged the knife in front of her.



“Unless you want me to use it for other reasons.”



Her eyes went wide again and this made him smirk and his cock harden even more. He grazed the knife lightly against her cheek as a tear ran down onto the blade. He brought the knife to his lips and licked the tears off the blade. He returned the knife back to Jamia's cheek and continued its journey down her neck to the opening of the gown. He grabbed the cloth and exposed her shoulder. He licked and bit at her soft skin as he used the knife to shred the sleeve in half. Jamia tried to control herself, but she moaned lightly around the cloth. Frank continued down the arm till the sleeve was removed. The same was done with the other side. He then brought the knife up under the gown and tore a hole into the middle of it. He threw the knife onto the bed and tore the gown with his hands making Jamia shudder.



“You liked that didn’t you, slut?”



Jamia thought about denying it, but then gave in and shook her head yes.



“Now, you are going to listen to me and when I am done talking I will remove the gag.”



Jamia nodded again.



“I am not going to rape you.”



Jamia looked at him skeptically.



“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I will be using you for my own gratification, but not in that way. Unfortunately my dear, you are not the sex that I desire.”



Jamia sat down on the back of her tattered gown and continued to listen.



“Now are you ready for your lesson to begin, my dear?”



Jamia nodded and true to his word, Frank removed the gag. Jamia breathed in deeply with the loss of the obstruction. Frank picked up the glass from his night table and brought it to her lips. She looked at it and then opened her mouth and tipped her head back. Frank poured the water into her mouth, letting some of it over flow and drip down her now naked form. He pulled the glass away from her mouth and replaced it with his. He kissed her with wanton lust and she leaned into it with the same fever. He broke away and pushed her down onto the bed face first, but still on her knees. She panted heavily from the kiss and he climbed on the bed behind her and stroked his cock in the crease of her ass. She started to pull away and he grabbed her.



“Hey, what did I say, I am not going to rape you, I am going to use you to get off though, just not the way you thought I was.”



With that he reached under her and began caressing her. Jamia startled at first and then moaned as the warm feeling began to spread throughout her body. Frank grabbed a bottle of oil off the night stand and poured it down the crack of her ass. It was warm from being near the lamp fire and she groaned at the slick feeling. He placed his cock back onto her crack and started to rut against her again as he continued to get her off with his fingers. He knew the view from the door would make it look like he was fucking her hard to anyone that walked by. While Jamia was out earlier he had positioned a hand mirror so that he could keep an eye on the door while in this position. It did not take long for the true object of his desire to show up to enjoy the display.



He heard Gerard coming down the hall and took that moment to increase his fingers inside Jamia and pull on the belt for the first time. Gerard’s face appeared in the mirror and he put on a show for him with words and increased movements against Jamia’s ass. Watching Gerard’s reaction and body betray him is what really sent him over the edge and why he came so hard at that moment. Choosing to make Jamia go down on him after he came was an unplanned inspiration that could have back-fired, but didn't. After Gerard took off, he pushed Jamia off himself and half apologized to her. She shook her head and smiled; told him that was the best orgasm she ever had and that he could tie her up anytime he wanted to. Frank was happy to have an ally in his quest and gave her another drink of water to remove the foul taste of his cum. He untied her arms and she circled them around him. He smirked and stared at the sash that was on the floor in the open doorway. The proof that Gerard was there and watching them. This was going to be so much more fun than he had anticipated.



***Gerard***


As breakfast was being consumed and small talk between Frank and Robert went on Gerard kept his eyes on his plate. When the door opened to the kitchen Gerard looked up to see Jamia carrying a carafe of orange juice. She poured some in Robert’s and his cup and then rounded to pour some in Frank’s. Gerard watched as she walked up to him with a little swing in her hips. She bent over and poured the juice and he slipped a hand up her skirt and she smiled at her. She removed something from her apron pocket and placed it in his lap. She caressed his cheek and then left the room. Gerard looked at Robert to see if he noticed any of this, but he had opened his paper by then and was hmmming about the latest news.

“Oh by the way, Gerard, I found this near my door last night, you must have dropped it on your nightly wandering.”

Both he and Robert looked up at the same time and Gerard took in a breath to see his blue sash in Frank’s hands. Frank’s eyes were sincere as he handed it over to Robert. Robert looked at it and handed it to Gerard. Gerard turned to Frank to think him, but instead he was rendered speechless by the look on Frank’s face.

“No need to thank me, I was just concerned that you were wandering around with a draft that was all.”

Robert laughed slightly at this remark and Gerard looked at him and blushed fiercely. He hit Robert playfully with the sash and joined in the laughter. Frank kept his gaze on Gerard the whole time, leering.

Once the dishes were cleared, Robert was making his excuses to leave the table when Frank stopped him.

“Cousin, I know you have much business to attend to, but we should discuss what the nature of my visit is first.”

“Of course cousin, how rude of me, please state your business.”

Frank smiled brightly as he spoke.

“My business is very simple cousin, I am here to take what is rightfully mine, namely this house and all of the money you have.”

Gerard and Robert looked at Frank and Robert started to laugh.

“Come, cousin, I have no time for joking around; please state your true business.”

Frank leaned in and leered at him.

“That…is my true business here, cousin.”

Robert turned red at this and sputtered at Frank.

“Then you can pack your bags and get the hell out right now, for you will get no part in this house or our money!”

Robert stood up and laid a hand on Gerard’s shoulder to steady himself. Frank just leaned back in the chair in a relaxed manner and pulled out an envelope and held it out for Robert to take.”

“Oh I don’t think so, cousin.”

Again he leered as he drawled out the word cousin. Gerard wondered what knowledge he possessed that made him so confident. Suddenly Robert swayed and fell backwards onto the floor.

“Burt!”

Gerard jumped up and grabbed for Robert’s hand. Robert just stared straight ahead as Gerard helped him get back to his feet. He settled him back into the chair and stood holding his shoulders. Robert looked white as a ghost and stared at Frank.

“B-B-Brother?!”

Gerard looked at Robert and then to the grin that Frank was sporting at this revelation falling from Robert’s lips.

“Yup, and here I thought I was an only child. Some surprise, huh brother?”

Robert continued to stammer and gave no real answers so Gerard grabbed the letter and read it. The letter stated that Robert and Frank were brothers born from the same mother, but with two different fathers. It also stated that since Frank was actually the older brother, he was entitled to the house and all the assets there in. Gerard put the letter down and just looked at Frank. Frank clasped his hands behind his head and sighed.

“I know, Little brother, that life is not fair. How do you think I felt when I found out that my beloved cousin was actually my sibling? I pinned for the times and holidays that we missed together. I pinned for the talks that we could have had in front of the fire when I was freezing my ass off on the street when my bastard father threw me out at 12 years old! I survived on the streets with nothing waiting for him to die and imagine my surprise when at his will reading I discover that I am actually rich and had a home all the long. Now doesn't that just beat all?”

Robert felt genuine sorrow for what Frank went through, but how could he have known being a child himself at the time?

“Surly you cannot mean to just kick us out into the street? Not after all you went through? We have done nothing to you to deserve this. Is there not something that we can negotiate with?”

Gerard looked at Frank and something changed in his eyes. It was a brief flicker, but it made Gerard’s blood run cold. It was as if he was waiting for this opening.

“I don’t know, Little brother; you really have nothing to negotiate with seeing as everything is mine now, well except for…”

Frank’s eyes fell on Gerard and Robert grabbed hold of his hand protectively.

“Surly you cannot mean that I give you Gerard in exchange for a place to stay?”

“Of course not, slavery has long been abolished; I was thinking more that he could be the prize in a contest between us. Of course, he has to willingly participate.”

Gerard looked at Frank with surprise and disgust and felt Robert’s grip tighten on his hand.

“W-What sort of contest?”

“A woman breaking contest. Of course seeing as your taste runs the opposite direction, as does mine, Gerard would take the place of the woman.”

“What are the rules?”

Both Robert and Frank looked up as Gerard spoke up in a clear voice, unwavering.

“No, Gee, you do not have to do this, we can find another way!”

Gerard resolved himself and held Robert’s gaze.

“No matter what the contest, Burt, I will go with my heart always.”

Frank chuckled at this admission and wondered if Gerard realized that the heart can be a fickle thing and can be swayed easily given the right situation.

“So, you are willing to participate then, Gerard?”

“I want to know the rules first.”

“The rules are simple, once the contest is over you must choose between Robert and I as your mate.”

“That is it?”

“Pretty much, yup.”

“Well then there is no contest because I choose Robert automatically.”

“Ah, well that is why it is called a woman breaking contest. You will spend three days with us each for the next month as we each try and bend you to our wills. After the month is over, then you will choose one of us and the other will be banished from the house.”

Gerard was shocked by the rules, but resolved that he could do this.

“Oh, and one more thing, when you are with each of us, you will be obedient with no questions asked. That is part of the rules, too.”

Robert snapped out of it at that point and questioned with venom in his voice.

“Does this mean that you can violate him?!”

“If I so choose to, yes. For those three days he is mine to command and control.”

Frank leaned into the conversation to push his point home.

“What is the concern anyway, it is not like he is a virgin or anything….”

Robert looked at the table and Gerard moved his gaze away from Franks. Frank’s eyes went wide and he cracked up at this news.

“Are you shitting me, he has not made you his yet?! Oh my god, you really are a woman!”

“Shut up, we wanted to wait till the wedding night.”

Gerard blushed furiously as he spoke his words carefully.

“So what you just lie in bed together and sleep?”

Again Gerard betrayed his thoughts to Frank.

“You don’t even sleep in the same room do you? Oh, this just keeps getting better, doesn't it?”

“We do take naps together, but the temptation may prove too great to spend the night with one another.”

“Well, my dear, that is all gonna change now isn't it?”

Robert pulled his gaze back to Gerard and they held it, silently communicating, Robert’s eyes pleaded for Gerard not to do this, but Gerard knew that he had to. He had to save the house as well as their marriage.

“All right, I accept the conditions of the contest and will comply willingly.”

Frank brought the chair back down on all floors and clapped his hands loudly together.

“Well gentleman, the contest starts tomorrow. I will retire to the wing that used to be my father’s and I will be taking Jamia as my personal servant.”

Frank snapped his fingers and Jamia appeared out of the kitchen to his side. Robert was surprised, but Gerard knew why she went so willingly. Last night must have really changed her. He wondered if one night could change him, but quickly dismissed it from his mind. He would always be loyal to his fiancé no matter what happened.

“Have a good day, Little brother, and take care, my dear, I will be seeing you tomorrow morning.”

Robert just looked at Gerard and kissed his hand.

“You are brave to do this for us, but you can change your mind anytime you want and walk out.”

“Burt, I love you and I will do what I need to do to keep us together.”

Gerard leaned into kiss Robert’s cheek and laid his head on his shoulder. He was worried though, much more than Robert could even know. He wondered what was waiting for him tomorrow down the long dark corridor that Frank and Jamia disappeared into. Suddenly he looked up, how was Frank going to use those rooms when they were all locked and even Robert did not have the key? Frantically he realized that this contest may be tipped more in Frank’s favor than he thought.


***Frank***


Frank walked down the corridor as Jamia lit the lanterns one by one. He twirled a set of keys around his finger and whistled a little tune. He stopped in front of the first door and opened it up. Inside was a sparse bedroom with simple furnishing. He turned to Jamia and led her inside.

“This will be your quarters until the contest is over. You will not speak to any of the other servants of the house unless I tell you to, is that clear?”

Jamia nodded her head.

“If you are well behaved, I might let you help me out.”

Jamia lifted her head with a smile. Frank smiled back and grabbed her by the neck and kissed her hard. Jamia melted into the kiss feeling her knees go weak. He pushed her over to the bed, but never broke the kiss. After a few long minutes he allowed himself to come up for air. Jamia lay under him flush and breathless.

“It is a shame that I do not go for your sex, but I will take advantage of those lips anytime I please.”

Frank got up and left her on the bed and walked down the hall to the next door. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. This was his father’s old bedroom. It would need some refreshing and a good dusting, but it would suit his needs well. He left the room and called for Jamia. He set her to the task of readying the room for him and continued down the hall to the last room. This one had a symbol etched into the door of a heart in chains. He smiled and brushed his hands over the door, unlocked it, and entered.

The room was also dusty, but it did not matter much for its use. There were chains and shackles of all kinds along the walls as well as hanging from the ceiling. In the middle of the room was a wooden table with stocks located at the end. Frank looked at the room and sighed, it was perfect. He made his way back to the master bedroom where Jamia had opened the curtains to let the light in and was in the middle of changing the bed linens. He watched her movements and her ass as she bent over to adjust a corner of the sheets. He growled low in his throat and grabbed his cock through his trousers. He walked over to the bed and caught her hips between his hands and slammed himself hard against her.

“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you in the ass?”

Jamia moaned at this because she knew it was safe for her to. She knew he would not violate her like that. He slammed into her covered ass a few more times grinding his hard cock into the creased part of her dress.

“This is too much clothing for my liking. Tomorrow you will have a new uniform that will give me easier access and a better view.”

Jamia shuddered at the thought of what it will look like. She didn't have much a chance to think about it before Frank was spinning her around again and crushing his lips against hers. He ripped at the shoulders of her uniform, tearing the material beyond repair. When it was hanging off of her in rags, he took out his boot knife and cut the front open enough to tear it in two. He loved to see the clothes looking like rags on her perfect body. Once she was exposed to him, he pushed her to her knees and worked on his own belt and pants. When Jamia saw the belt removed, she put her wrists out and looked up at him. Frank looked at her and grinned. He looped the belt around her wrists and tugged it tight. He lifted her arms above her head and yanked them back. She moaned and opened her perfect mouth. He pulled his already leaking cock out and shoved it between her lips. As he fucked her face he imagined doing this to Gerard tomorrow and the next day. The thought of him on his knees completely submissive and broken made him moan and he pulled out of Jamia’s mouth and came all over her face and hair. He caught his breath and put himself away. He untied her and threw a cloth at her.

“Now clean yourself up and get the rooms ready. Have the cook prepare something special for dinner, as we are turning in early. We have a big day ahead of us and need to be fully rested."

Jamia cleaned herself up and rose to leave the room. Frank caught her by the throat and kissed her again.

“Oh, and leave that on when you go about your errands, I like it.”

Jamia curtsied and left for the main house to speak of dinner. Frank smiled once again and his thoughts turned it into a leer. This was going to be so good, he could not wait for tomorrow to come.

Notes

Well, Frank is not as nice as they thought he was is he? Attacking Robert and Gerard and then using Jamia...well she did not seem to mind did she now? ^0^

I am going to try and update this fairly often. I just want to make sure that readers get a chance to absorb the last chapter before the next one goes up. ^-^