Bondage Mansion

***Gerard***

”Ahhhhh.”

Gerard was enjoying an evening bath. The perfumed water and the glass of Frank’s red wine were working together to relax all the kinks out of his muscles. His arms hung loosely over the side of the vassal and the glass of half-drunk wine was just in reach of his fingertips. He sighed and tipped his head back feeling the cool metal on the back of his neck. The vassal was especially made to cradle the neck so that hair washing would be easier. A deep basin was left at the end of the vassal to catch the water that Gerard cascaded through his hair. He ducked under the water for a brief time and when he came back up he carded his fingers through his hair loving the feel of the silky strands. Gerard sighed again, but for a different reason. Tonight was Robert’s last night with him and Robert had done little more than normal since Gerard came back. Gerard rubbed his hands over his face and shook out his hair. He lifted himself out of the vassal and stood up straight. He reached for his towel and wrapped it around himself as he carefully stepped out of the water. Feet on the ground, he bent over and toweled off his legs, working his way up to his thighs. He dried his hips and groin carefully and then his chest and arms. Finally he flipped his head over and wound the towel around his hair. He brought his head back up with a twist of the towel on top. Gerard walked over to his bed and picked up his dressing gown and donned it. He wrapped it around him and tied the sash tight. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his figure. He had a small waist that most women would kill for. He was careful with what he ate, but not so much that he did not indulge once in a while. He brought one of his legs out of the opening. It was slender and still smooth. Even though Frank had forced him to shave, he decided he liked it and kept it up. His arms were toned and he had a little muscle to show for his masculinity, but not enough that they did not look shapely in the right outfit. He reached up and caressed his neck. It was pale and the skin was soft from the oil. He could still faintly see the marks from Jamia’s collar. He knew he buckled it too tightly on purpose. He wanted to be able to see the mark when it was gone.

Gerard thought back to before supper when Frank had caught him, ‘caught?’ with Robert by the stairs. Gerard’s first instinct was to hit his knees. Had Frank ingrained that in him in only three days? Why was he so at ease in that position? Gerard was still confused about a lot of things, but he knew he needed to sort them out before they clouded his judgment. He was still going to choose Robert no matter what. Robert worked hard to keep what they had and achieved more than his father ever did. Why should Frank be allowed to just take what he has not earned? Despite how his body felt around Frank, his mind was still resolved. Gerard gave the mirror one last approving look and walked out of his room.

***Frank***

Frank yawned as he stretched his arms above his head. He rose from the desk and arched his back feeling the satisfaction of the bones popping back into place. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. The mistakes that Robert was making had astounded him. So much potential income lost because of poor miscalculations or not enough guts to argue the contract. He walked away from the desk and stood in front of the fireplace. The Study had a draft coming from somewhere so the fire was a welcome addition for him. Despite the slight breeze it was hot enough that Frank had taken off his shirt and just wore his sleep pants. He had them specially made after encountering a foreigner who had told him about the light clothing from his country. It was a breathable fabric that left little to imagination if the wearer did not choose undergarments. Frank of course could care less about modesty. Besides the fabric felt good as it graced his cock and balls. Frank was into anything that felt good. Before he came in here he had himself a bath and asked Jamia to fetch him masculine oil. It wasn't that he thought flowers were for women, but he did enjoy a muskier aroma for himself. He allowed Jamia to help him apply it so that he would not have to bend down. It felt good feeling her hands slick with the golden liquid pushing it into his muscles and gliding over the many inked works he had on his skin. Sailor’s markings they called them at the whore house. Frank was no sailor, but he knew what he liked and sought out a person to make it happen. His first is one people rarely saw. A symbol to represent when he was born. Although Robert and he were twins, they were born on different days. Robert came into this world on October 30 at close to the witching hour, but Frank, Frank was born right at the witching hour. This was a fact that he carried as a badge of honor and the leering face of the Jack O' Lantern on his back even more proof. After that he got bolder and began to decorate his arms and chest. Nothing too shocking on his arms and he could always wear long sleeve shirts, but he could roll them up when he needed that intimidation factor. For the most part, no one but whores saw him without his shirt. He didn’t care about their opinions, unless they were smart enough to not ask where he sailed. Those are the ones that he hurt the most for their lack of imagination.

Frank sat back down and put his glasses back on. He went back to the current contract that Robert had worked on earlier in the day. He saw how the writer carefully worded things so that he received the higher percentage of the venture gains. Frank thought about reworking it, but the fortune was not his yet so why should he help Robert to be a better business man. It was not like he could topple the empire in a matter of days so it was not a priority. Frank put the paperwork back into the valise and pulled out another contract. This one was about acquiring new land. Again, Robert was being taken for more than what the land was worth.

”What a fucking fool he is.”

Frank picked up the wine bottle he had been nursing since supper. He took a long pull from it and wiped his mouth with his arm. The wine felt good in his chest. It made him soft and pliant, something he would not let himself to be around others. Guarding his emotions was a strong part of the walls that Frank learned to build up around himself. He had only let them down with Lyndsey and that was a disaster that he knew better about now. Still he had come close to it with Gerard in the garden earlier. He would not make that mistake again. He could not deny that Gerard brought some of the same feelings to the surface that Lyndsey had, but there was something else there too. A feeling of ownership and possession. Gerard wanted to be owned, controlled, and possessed like an object or an animal. He went to Frank so freely even when Frank had tortured him and hurt him in other ways. Maybe in another lifetime he and Gerard could have worked as a normal couple, but normal bores Frank when it is so much more fun to fuck with people. Frank chuckled at this thought. He took another pull from the wine and some of it spilled out and onto his chest. He jerked slightly at the warm liquid and put the bottle back down. He got up quickly to make sure that the pants did not get damaged. He pulled the pants off quickly and examined them. No visible stain on the fabric. He walked over to the tapestry and grabbed the corner of it. He used it to catch any remaining liquid on his chest and stomach. When he was satisfied he dropped the cloth and started putting his pants back on. As he was cinching the waist he saw a shadow flicker across the wall. He turned around, but no one was there. Frank walked over to the door and looked out into the hallway. He saw a faint shadow on the stairs. He moved out of the room and looked up. Gerard was standing on the first landing, fixing his sash and turning to descend. He watched as he glided down and headed to the dining area without even looking Frank’s way. Frank followed behind and watched as Gerard disappeared into the dining room.

***Gerard***

He needed a drink and badly. Wine was not going to do it for him this time. Even Frank’s wine. He needed something stronger to help him decide what to do next. He made his way into the kitchen to the spirits cabinet. He opened the door and looked for the bottle of scotch. Finding it quickly he pulled the top off and took a strong pull from it. The burn grounded him and he coughed a bit from it. He needed that. He needed to ground himself from the picture of Frank naked in front of the fireplace in his head. Gerard took another pull. This time he was ready for the burn. It went down easier now.

He was going to say something, honest he was. After leaving Robert for the night and heading back to his room he saw the light coming from the Study. No one should have been in there, let alone this late at night. He crept down the stairs and peered into the room. There was Frank sitting at the desk, ‘wearing glasses?’ with Robert’s private papers in front of him! Gerard was livid! Frank had no right to look at those items and he was about to give Frank a piece when he saw Frank jump up from the chair. Gerard’s first instinct was to hide, but when he saw that Frank was not wearing a shirt he was stunned by his skin. He saw some kind of marking on his back and more on his chest. Suddenly Frank stripped out of his pants and Gerard hitched his breath. He was beautiful. Frank was standing in front of the roaring fire looking at his pants for something. All Gerard could see was the perfect side view of his cock and how it was half hard for no reason. The fire danced across it and made it seem to glow along with the rest of him. He had a sheen to his body that made Gerard swallow hard. He watched Frank walk over to the tapestry and used it like a cleaning cloth on his chest. Satisfied he bent over to put his pants back on and Gerard got a perfect view of his ass and that was his undoing. He ran up the stairs and stopped on the first landing to catch his breath. He looked down and saw that he was rock hard just from watching Frank. He rearranged himself carefully and fixed his sash to hide everything. It was then that he decided he needed a stiff drink.

Gerard came back to reality when he realized he was not alone in the room. He turned around and saw that Frank was leaning against the island with that telltale smirk on his face. Gerard knew there was no way he could have known that he was there near the Study so he assumed that he heard him make his way back down the stairs. It was risky, but he decided to play the cards with the bluff in place.

”Can I help you Frank?”

Frank didn’t answer with his voice, but his eyes dropped down to the scotch bottle. Gerard reached into the cabinet and grabbed two tumblers. He brought the glasses and the bottle to the island and set them down. He inched himself on to stool and crossed his legs. His gown fell open and exposed his legs and he saw Frank’s eyes go up in appreciation. Gerard looked at the table and blushed a little. He concentrated on pouring Frank and him a fifth of scotch.

"Rocks?"

”I’ll get it.”

Gerard watched as Frank walked over to one of the drawers and found the ice pick. He then made his way to the icebox and chipped a few pieces off the large block. He returned with the pick and a handful of ice to the table. He dropped a few pieces in both glasses and Gerard heard them hiss and crack from the contact of the warm liquid. Frank swirled the tumbler a bit and then took a sip from it. Gerard continued to watch him while taking a sip from his own glass. The liquid was now slightly cooled from the ice and the burn was more complicated as it slithered down into his chest. Gerard made a satisfied sound and turned his attention to Frank's chest decorations. Now that he had a closer look he realized that two of the ink pieces that Frank had matched the ones that he had carved into his own flesh. Before he realized he was doing it, Gerard had reached out and touched Frank’s chest. He traced the flame on the left side of his chest and then made a trail down to the twin birds at the bottom where they partly disappeared into Frank’s pants. Frank stepped into his personal space and before Gerard realized what was happening, Frank had the icepick against his throat.

”Gee Gee Gee, what have I told you about touching things that do not belong to you hmmm?”

Gerard swallowed and felt the tip of the pick, still cold from the ice, move with his skin. Frank held it like a paint brush and trailed it down his neck to the opening at the top of his gown. He used the pick to part the gown and continued his way down to the tied sash.

”I can cut it, but I think you would rather open it for me wouldn’t you Gee?”

Gerard nodded and slowly reached his hands to the knot and pulled it apart. The sash fell away and his gown fell open revealing his partially bandaged chest and sleep pants. Frank smiled and switched the ice pick to his other hand. With his now vacant hand he reached into Gerard’s tumbler and pulled out a piece of ice. Frank placed the icepick lightly into the soft flesh on Gerard’s side and brought the piece of ice up to his neck. He touched it to his skin and Gerard jumped at the temperature difference. Frank pushed the icepick into Gerard’s side and Gerard winced a little.

”Careful now Gee, wouldn’t want an accident to happen right? So you are not going to move again.”

Gerard blinked and Frank continued to trace his neck with the piece of ice. It felt strange, but not unwanted to him. As the ice began to melt from the heat of his body it dripped and pooled in the waist of his pants. Frank brought the ice down to his chest and circled around his right nipple. Gerard wanted to flinch, but knew not to. The sensation was beginning to overwhelm him and Frank continued with the melting shard to his stomach. He then pried the pants away from his skin and dropped the ice into the cloth opening. Gerard felt it land perfectly on his cock and turn quickly to water. He also felt his cock go back to being hard again as before. Gerard heard Frank chuckle and knew that he saw it twitch in his pants.

”So Gee, your time with Robert is up and now you are mine again. Does this make you happy?”

Gerard looked down at Frank.

”Yes Master.”

”Good answer Gee. Now did you already say goodbye to your little Bertie?”

Bertie? Since when did Frank use a nick name for Robert that did not make him sick? Gerard decided that it was just another one of his weird quirks and answered quickly.

”Yes Master.”

”God, what a slut you are Gee. Here it is not even midnight and you already got fucked by him and yet you are still hard with me. How many times do you need to get off in a night? Oh wait I know that answer don’t I?”

Gerard turned away from Frank. He did not want Frank to know the truth, but his face was sharply forced back and Frank was looking him in the eye now with serious thought processing in them.

”You did get off Gee didn’t you? I mean Robert fucked you and got you off right?”

Gerard just dropped his gaze giving Frank the answer he already knew.

”Holy fuck Gee! Are you shitting me?! He just leaves you hanging like that?”

”N-N-No, I-I-I-I just take care of m-m-myself.”

”What the fuck really?! And people call me cruel?!”

Now Gerard was blushing. He knew Robert did not do it to be cruel; it was just the way he was brought up. That kind of thing was private. Frank was staring at him now and Gerard could see his mind working and that worried him. Frank put the icepick down on the table and walked around behind Gerard. Gerard did not dare move. He had learned that much from Frank’s surprise reactions. He felt Frank grab his arms and pull them behind the chair. Frank made quick work to bind him to the back with his fallen sash and then threaded it up to tie across his mouth. He then tied the sash behind Gerard's head. He made his way back in front again and admired how Gerard’s chest was jutting up from the position he was forced into.

”Well now Gee, as much as I enjoy torturing you, I am loathe to hear of someone not being able to get off. I mean even I let you get off…eventually and more than once as you well know. So in honor of your last night with old Bertie boy, I am going to do something that he would never have the balls to do. After I am done you are going to hit the floor, cum hard for me, and crawl back to my room. Then you will lock yourself in your chains and go to sleep. Am I clear with my instructions?”

Gerard could not answer, but he knew that Frank already knew what he would say if he could. The next sound that Gerard heard was the shink of Frank’s knife. The same one he used to carve his flesh with. Frank smiled and twirled the knife in his hand. He licked the blade and winked at Gerard.

”Now Gee, be a dear and lift your leg for me.”

Gerard lifted his leg carefully. It was not easy to do without the balance of arms to not fall over. Frank offered his thigh as a resting place and Gerard placed his slippered foot there. Frank smiled and placed the blade at the bottom of Gerard’s pants. He brought the knife up to cut a strip into the fabric. When he was done with that leg, he beckoned for the other one. Gerard complied with this too. Soon both legs of his pants were cut in half. Frank closed the knife and placed it on the table. He then grabbed the fabric of one leg and tore it till it split to his hips. Gerard shuddered at this display of strength. His cock, which was straining at the fabric before was now exposed and the head was dripping with pre-cum.

”Excited are we Gee? Did my tying you up do that or was it my talk of Robert fucking you? What would happen if I started talking about how I fucked you after you came three times for me? Hmmm, would that get you even harder or make you cum without even being touched?”

Gerard was breathing hard against the sash in his mouth. His eyes were half lidded at the words that spilled from Frank’s mouth like spun silk. Frank was a poet when it came to dirty talk and Gerard was hanging onto every word. Frank stepped up to Gerard and he could feel the heat radiating off his chest. Suddenly Frank grabbed Gerard’s cock and squeezed hard. Gerard groaned and flexed his arms behind him. What shocked Gerard even more though was when Frank bent over and took him into his mouth. Gerard felt his head explode at the touch of Frank’s tongue. He had only experienced a blow job once before and it was over quickly because he was so overwhelmed by the feeling. He felt his stomach knot and knew that would happen again this time, but he did not count on Frank biting down hard and causing him to let out a muffled shriek.

”Now Gee, I know you were not just going to cum right? Because you know you have to have permission from me to do so. You don’t know how lucky you are right now. I have only done this for one other person before and they didn’t live to tell anyone…maybe you won’t either unless you can convince me otherwise.”

Gerard did not even get a chance to respond as Frank went back to his cock. He wondered if he did it this good for Frank. Gerard was inexperienced, but from what Frank said so was he or he did do it more than once, but for the same person? Gerard did not have a chance to think about this as Frank did something with his tongue that set his teeth on edge and he had to force his orgasm down again. Frank did not stop this time, but just kept going. Gerard lost count of how many times he had to force his orgasm down and by now he was delirious with the need to cum. Frank pulled off with a pop and bent back up. He pulled the sash out of Gerard’s mouth and kissed him hard and wet. Gerard panted into the kiss dying to get his arms around Frank again. Frank grabbed Gerard by the throat and picked up his knife. He opened it and growled into Gerard’s ear.

”I’ll buy you a fucking new one.”

He reached behind Gerard and cut the sash free of the chair. Gerard pulled his arms free and wrapped them around Frank’s neck crashing their lips together once more. Frank still had a hold of Gerard’s neck and he was kneading it hard with his fingers. Gerard pulled himself forward and wrapped his legs around Frank’s hips feeling the outline of his cock against his own. Frank growled again and lifted Gerard off the chair. He carried him to the wall and crushed him against it. He reached down and opened his pants and pulled them down.

”Fuck Gee, look at you. So horny still after little Bertie just fucked you. I bet you’re still wet inside. I bet I could just slide in and mix with Bertie boy's cum inside of you. Would you like that? I bet you would, to be filled with that much cum. Well you're lucky I am feeling generous tonight.”

With no warning Frank spread Gerard apart and drove into him hard and fast. Gerard gasped and bit down on his lip. He leaned against Frank and Frank fucked into him relentlessly. Gerard was surprised at Frank’s strength again and how he was holding Gerard up no problem. Gerard rode Frank panting heavily and listening to the litany of colored language spilling into his ear. He swore that he could cum just from listening to Frank talk.

”Mmmm yeah Gee, feel so fucking tight even after being fucked before. Could stay in you and fuck you all day. Maybe I will chain you to the bed and do just that. Leave you there and come in when I want to and just take you. Keep filling you up with cum and then leaving it dripping out of you. You would like that wouldn’t you? To feel dirty and used all day. Maybe I’ll let Jamia clean you up with her tongue. I know you like when she runs it on your skin, you filthy fucking whore!”

Gerard gasped as Frank rammed into him especially hard and wrapped one hand around his throat while still holding him up with the other. His rhythm stuttered and he came hard inside Gerard. He pulled out and forced Gerard to his knees.

”Now, clean me off bitch.”

Gerard obeyed and took Frank into his mouth cleaning him off as he inched his way down. He pulled off and licked his balls as well as his inner thighs. Frank kept a fist full of hair the whole time guiding Gerard where he wanted him to go. When Frank was satisfied he pulled Gerard off of him and pushed him on all fours and growled. He shoved three fingers inside of him nailing his prostate the first time. Gerard howled and pushed back.

"Cum for me Gee, right now."

Gerard immediately complied and came with just that little amount of provication. He nearly collapsed with the force of his orgasm, but somehow knew that he shouldn't.

”Now crawl back to the room and chain yourself up.”

It was painful to move at all. His ass hurt as well as his knees and his arms, but he obeyed and made his way out of the kitchen. Gerard crawled out of the dining room into the common area. He then turned towards the Eastern Hallway without even looking back for Frank. Once he was in front of the bedroom door he opened it and crawled in. He crawled to the end of the bed and lifted himself onto the end. He reached down and locked the manacle around his neck. He then knelled on the bed and waited for Frank to appear.

***Frank***

Frank watched Gerard move awkwardly and in great pain out of the kitchen. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled his pants up. He walked over to where the island was and picked up his knife and pocketed it. He picked up his glass of scotch and downed it quickly enjoying the burn. He left the open bottle well as Gerard’s glass there along with the cut sash clinging to the chair. Let old Jimmy boy figure out what happened here. It took Frank a while to realize that Jimmy was the assistant cook when he was younger. That means he was there before Frank and Robert were born. It also explained why he was talking to Gerard the other day. Frank was no longer concerned that Gerard was fucking the older man. He was just gaining information.

”Well let’s see what Jimmy boy makes of this mess.”

Frank changed his mind and downed Gerard’s glass too. He then left the kitchen and made his way to his room. When he arrived at the door he was pleased to see that Gerard was on the bed and on his knees. He had fallen asleep, but remained in the correct position. Frank entered the room and cleared his throat. Gerard’s eyes flew open and focused on him. Frank walked over and removed Gerard’s gown. Gerard was now practically naked with streamers of his pants decorating his bandaged legs. He caressed the bandages lightly and worked his way up to the highest one near Gerard’s heart. He removed the bandage there and looked at the twin of his flame. He caressed Gerard’s as Gerard had done to him earlier. He patted Gerard on the head and then turned away. He hopped on to the bed and dimmed the lamp. He watched as Gerard got comfortable at the end of the bed listening to the faint clinking of the chain. Gerard settled in much like a dog would and snuggled down for the night sighing. Frank placed his hands on the back of his head and watched Gerard until his eyes began to close and he finally fell asleep too.

Notes

So the third day comes to a close and so does the sick and twisted fluff ( I love that term, thank you so much ***RedRomRomance*** for letting me use it) for now at least. Time for Frank to get down, dirty, and back to business with poor Gee. Don't worry though Gerard is a little more prepared this time around. Frank has also found a nickname for Robert that doesn't make him want to puke...will Gee like it too?