Bondage Mansion

***Jamia***

He sat there in the bath and just stared straight ahead. Jamia worked around him using the soap and oil to care for his skin, which was now sallow in color. She looked over at Michael, who was sitting on a chair near the table. A day's worth of meals were sitting next to him. The Master had eaten nothing. Jamia winced as she moved to wash his hair. Her arms were still hurting from the vicious beating he inflicted on her yesterday. If it was not for Michael showing up at that moment he might have really killed her. She shuddered at the thought. She looked down at him and sighed. Gerard had done this and did not even know. She had to find a way to tell him. He was their Master and deserved to be served properly.

”Master Way, is he going to be alright?”

”I am more concerned with you than Frank right now. What he did to you, no whore should be treated like that. And he…”

”MASTER WAY!”

Michael jumped when Jamia raised her voice. This caused both him and Frank to look at her. She cleared her throat and went on, standing to make her point.

”I know what Master Iero done does not seem right, but I am his property and it is his right to treat me as such. He was grieving his loss of Master Way and I was honored to help him with the process.”

”Jamia…”

Jamia looked down and saw Frank looking up at her. She went to her knees immediately. She knew that he should never have to look up to see her. She managed to get herself lower than his line of sight so that he was looking down at her.

”Please, Sir, use me anyway you need to in order to get yourself back to where you need to be. I am but a humble pet for your amusement.”

Frank reached out for her and touched one of the lashes he caused.

”I am sor..”

”No, Master. No apologies. I would take the same punishment again if it would make you come round to yourself again.”

Frank looked at Jamia and he rose from the bath. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a kiss. She melted in his grasp. He threw her towards the bed and she crawled onto it. She saw Frank look at Michael and something exchanged between them. Frank stood in front of the bed and dropped the towel. He crooked his finger to her and she crawled over to him. She presented herself and he smirked as he ripped her shirt open to reveal her breasts. He grabbed her hair again and pushed her back down face first in the bed. He lined her up with his cock and she eagerly took him into her mouth. She sucked as best she could from the awkward angle, but she made no attempt to do any fancy tricks. In this way, he could not try and compare her with Gerard. While she was doing this she felt her skirt being lifted and the bed shifted behind her. With no warning she knew that it was Michael that had plunged his cock into her. She sucked harder on Frank and he fisted into her hair tighter as a way of telling her she was doing well. The two men went on using her as they pleased and Jamia was proud to be in her position. Suddenly she felt two fingers push into her other opening. She tried to pull off of Frank, but he held her tight and forced her to take the entire length to the back of her throat. She gagged between the feeling of his cock blocking her ability to breath and Michael exploring her in a way she had not encountered before. Jamia was not stupid and knew what was coming next. When Michael pulled his fingers out, she knew this was it. She felt Michael nudged his cock to her opening and slowly push in. The pain was almost unbearable. She could not imagine Gerard going through this each time Frank or Robert entered him. She strained to stay still as he pushed further inside of her.

”Fuck, that’s tight, Frankie.”

”Not as tight as Gee, I imagine, right Mikey?”

”No, fuck, he was tighter than this.”

”Still, not a bad substitute.”

”Yeah, I could get used to this. It is nice to have a choice, though.”

”Oh I have a choice with Gee. I can fuck him and let him cum or not.”

The two men laughed at this while Jamia writhed under them trying to get her bearings. They pushed in and out in sync with each other, and she was not surprised that they both came at the same time. Frank pushed her away when he came and striped her face with it. Michael started to cum in her, but was pushed out by the force of her unintentional orgasm and ended up partly cuming on her ass. Both men shook off and wiped their cocks on her. Frank grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face down in the bed. Jamia jumped when she felt Michael's hand flat against her ass. She knew she was being punished for cumming without permission. Automatically she started counting till the pain was constant and her voice started to stutter. After they reached the desired number she was wretched back up again by her hair and pulled into a kiss again.

”Very good, my pet, you not only pleased both Masters. But you took your punishment properly for cumming without permission. Thank you for believing in me as well. Now go with your other Master. I have some mind fucking to do with my other pet.”

Frank got dressed and walked out of the room with the restored confidence that he had lost. Jamia watched him and smiled. She then felt herself being tugged back into Michael’s arms. He petted her head lightly and Jamia sighed.

”You did so good whore. So good. You made both your Masters proud.”

Jamia thought to herself, ‘Two down, one to go.’

***Frank***

As soon as the door closed Frank slumped against the wall. He was happy that he had assimilated Jaima that much that she came to his rescue when Michael said something about him losing control. He knew he was losing control, but he could no let anyone see it, well not any more than they did. He looked down the hall and saw a glimpse of red. He move quietly to hide around the corner, ‘what the fuck man?!’ Frank hiding? When the hell did he become such a fucking pansy, no offense to his beloved guitar, of course. He peered around the corner and the sight made him hitch his breath. There was Gerard in nothing! Fucking nothing! He was laughing and arms that were not Frank's were circling around his waist. He saw Robert bury his face in Gerard’s neck. Gerard wrapped his arms around Robert’s neck and lifted his fucking leg up. Robert pushed him up against the wall that separated the dining room from the main area. Gerard's leg had been wrapped around his hips. Robert grabbed onto it and lifted it higher. Frank could not suppress the perfect sound of Gerard moaning as he was sure that Robert had entered him. There was no mistake of this now as the table next to them began to shake as Robert thrusted into Gerard. There was lust in Gerard’s eyes, they were more than half lidded, and it made Frank quake with rage. Those noises were reserved for his ears, the look of ecstasy reserved for his eyes, the soft skin being pressed into by Robert was for only Frank to feel! He felt murderous! He knew he could easily grab a gun and put an end to this all. He could just take Gerard and end this all. He could have done this from the beginning, but now, now it was almost a need for Gerard to want him. To choose him over his brother. It was the ultimate win and Frank hated losing to anyone. He watched as Robert’s hips began to stutter and Frank knew that he was cumming in Gerard. Robert lay his head against Gerard’s chest and then surprised Frank as he sunk down onto his knees and took Gerard into his mouth! Frank had done that to Gerard too, but not because Gerard wanted it. It was just another way to fuck with the man’s mind. Now, Robert was doing this willingly and even Frank had to admit he was impressed. Gerard ran his fingers through both Robert’s and his own hair. The sight of this was too much for Frank to bear and he headed back down the corridor to his bedroom. He was about to enter when he heard telltale moaning and knew that Michael was having his way with Jamia again. Frank sighed and went to the playroom. Since Gerard was not there, he had no reason to lock it so he just pushed the door open and walked in. He looked around the room and all the memories came rushing back. He remembered the fright of Gerard the first time he was thrown in here. This is where Frank witnessed Gerard’s first orgasm.

Frank watched as Gerard noticed them in the middle of the room. He saw his eyes come into focus as the light bathed the room with more information. He watched Gerard take in Jamia as well as her appearance and then finally notice that Frank had himself exposed. He smirked as Gerard turned away quickly from the sight, a redness creeping up his neck and face. At the distance from the wall to where Frank was, he figured that Gerard assumed that he could not see him well. He was very wrong, though. Frank could take in everything from where the lamp directed the light because his face was what was hidden in shadow. He kept his head turned towards Jamia, but his eyes were completely focused on Gerard. He saw that Gerard had looked back up at him and was now focused intently on the way Frank looked and was positioned in the chair. He kept looking at his now flaccid cock with interest. This made Frank twitch a little and a small grin spread on his face. ‘Gerard is curious huh?’ He wondered if other than his own and Robert's, if he had ever seen another man before. This was enticing to Frank and his cock starting to come alive again. Gerard’s expression had suddenly changed again and a look of lust washed over it. He saw the movement that increased in his chest and that his hand was pushing down on his crotch. Frank wondered what he could be thinking about that had him so turned on. Was it what he and Jamia looked like or was it something else fueling his imagination? Frank watched as Gerard tried to be discreet sliding his hand under the skirt and really touch himself. Frank saw an opportunity and waiting until Gerard really got into himself so much that he was not looking at Frank anymore. When that moment came, Frank extracted himself from the chair and quietly made his way to where Gerard was. As he got closer he could hear small moans coming from the man as he tried to contain them. He saw that Gerard was covered in sheen of sweat and that his hand was working hard under his skirt and the muscles in his arm were flexing with each stroke. Frank stared at the sight before him. He watched as Gerard fell over the edge and came hard with complete abandonment as to where he was. Frank stood there impressed and let a chuckle out. Gerard realized that he was no longer alone and looked up into Frank’s eyes. Frank smirked at him as he pulled his hand from his crotch. It was covered in his cum and red from how tightly Gerard was gripping himself.

Frank sighed at the memory. The whole room was filled with memories like that. He dropped into the plush chair and just stared at the wall.

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***Mikey***

Day three and hardly any of them had seen Gerard or Robert. It was Saturday and Michael had arrived not to long after breakfast. He found Frank at the table drinking coffee alone. The rest of the table was clear which indicated that no one else had been there. He sat down and Jamia appeared with a cup of tea for him. She stood next to his chair as she served him and he ran his hand up the back of her dress and snapped the garters on her thighs. Jamia shivered, but made no noises. Michael smirked at this. He drank his tea and wondered what was going through Frank’s mind. Maybe getting out of the house would be good for him.

”Hey, Frankie, I have business in town, want to come with me?”

Frank looked up with glazed over eyes. He seems to have trouble concentrating on Michael’s words. Suddenly his focus cleared.

”Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, Mikey. I can stop by the bar and see if Mike and Matt are around.”

They quickly finished their drinks and Frank went off to get dressed. Michael wandered into the library and was surprised to see Gerard. He was humming and painting. He looked so happy and relaxed and for some reason it pissed Michael off. He knows he should not care about the situation, but he had grown closer to Frank in the short time that he knew him than he had in knowing Robert for over a year. He wanted to grab his brother and shake some sense into him. He needed him to see, to understand what he was doing to Frank.

”What are you doing, Gerard?”

Gerard spun around at the intrusion of Michael. He smiled and put his paintbrush and palate down.

”Hey, Mikey, I just woke up earlier than Robert today so I thought I would get some painting done. What about you, what are you doing here?”

”I’m visiting Frank.”

Michael saw Gerard’s body stiffen at the mention of his name.

”Oh, how is he?”

”How is he? You live in the same house with him Gerard, you should know that answer yourself!”

”Um…I have not seen him lately.”

”Too busy, huh?”

”Well it isn’t his time anyway so…”

”So fucking what Gerard! Each time before it never stopped you! What the fuck are you doing? Do you even know?!”

”I’m just following the contest rules, Mikey.”

”Oh sure, just following the rules. Having a great time getting fucked by Robert and not caring that Frank is falling apart!”

”What? He’s what? Why didn’t you tell me!”

”You know what…fuck you Gerard! Like you even give a shit!”

Michael stomped off and met Frank at the door.

”Wait, Mikey!”

Gerard was quickly walking up the hall to them, but Michael ushered Frank out the door. He got him into the carriage and looked out the window as they took off seeing an out of breath Gerard watching them from the door.

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After Michael finished his business he and Frank headed to the bar to find Mike and Matt. It continued to astound Michael how many circles he and Frank moved in. It turned out that one of his foreman worked for Frank at some point. They also had the same bank involved in their ventures, which made Michael happy because he was wary about his last bank. Frank assured him that he was making a smart investment. By the time they were done, Frank was a little like his old self and Gerard was almost forgotten for the moment.

The two walked into the bar and was greeted by Ray and his shiny yellow teeth.

”Master Iero, Master Way, to what business do I owe the two of you together?”

”Why the business of pleasure, Raymond, of course.”

Michael saw Frank jump as two arms encircled his waist, but when he looked at Frank’s face he saw laughter. Frank spun around and gave the man a kiss on the cheek. Michael was taken back. The man had jet black hair and was wearing a sapphire blue suit with no shirt. Many sailors’s marking adorned his chest like Frank’s. Frank turned the man to Michael and he saw how effeminate he was. He reminded him of his brother.

”Mikey, I would like you to meet Madame Havok. Havok this is Master Way.”

”Related?”

”Yeah, brothers.”

”Well then I am happy to make your acquaintance, Master Way. I am quite fond of your brother.”

”It seems a great many people are these days, Madame Havok.”

The three chatted for a time. Apparently Madame Havok had a special guest coming to the house and was there to pick up a bottle of spirits that Ray had gotten a hold of for her. Ray came around the bar grinning holding the little green bottle. Michael looked at the bottle in slight shock.

”Absinthe?”

”Yes, Master Way, we cater as much as we can to the johns that come to us. This is why we are so lucrative.”

Michael looked at Frank who looked quite pleased with Madame Havok’s answer. At that moment the hour chimed for the half and like clockwork Matt and Mike walked through the doors.

”Iero, Way!”

Madame Havok bid his goodbyes and after a quick greeting to Mike and Matt, he left the bar. The four men then headed back to their table and sat down. Ray quickly brought them their drinks. The four men settled in to bullshit before business.

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So we recovered most of the money fer ya, Iero.”

”Nice job guys and Max?”

”He took a long walk off a short pier.”

Frank laughed and slapped Mike on the back. Michael noticed that Matt was being quiet this whole time.

”Matt, is something bothering you?”

”Nah, not really just thinkin.”

”So Iero, where’s Gee?”

Michael saw Frank bristle a little. He picked up his tumbler and drained it quickly.

”Ain’t my three days, yet.”

”So he’s with Bertie then huh?”

Frank got pissed this time and hurled the tumbler to the wall. Everyone in the bar looked over and Frank stared them all down. No one moved. They went back to their drinks and business and the scullery came out and cleaned up the mess as Ray brought out a new drink. No one spoke about Gerard again.

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By the time they got back it was dark and past supper. Frank asked if Michael was going to come in, but he explained that he promised his wife that we would accompany her to church tomorrow. He devoted twice a month to church with his wife and twice a month to meals with his brother. It was a respectable arrangement and kept her happy. Michael watched as Frank got out of the carriage and made his way to the house. When he was safe inside Michael tapped the roof and the carriage took off for home.

When he arrived he was greeted at the door by his butler. He took his coat and hat and handed them to him.

”Welcome home, Master Way. I trust your brother is well?”

”Thank you, Mr. Stump and thank you for your concern for my family.”

”We do miss him here, Sir. The children wish he would visit more and paint with them again.”

”I will talk to him about it. I am sure he misses them as well, but he has been so busy with his wedding plans as of late.”

”Of course Sir, how presumptuous of me.”

”Not and all Mr. Stump, not at all.”

”Lady Way is waiting in the drawing room for your return.”

”Thank you,. Stump. Will you please serve brandy?”

”Yes, Sir.”

Michael walked away after Patrick bowed to him. He kept his hand clasped behind his back as he walked the hall of his childhood home. The walls were adorned with paintings that his brother did when he was growing up. He marveled how, even then, his brother’s artistic talent was exceptional. He continued until he arrived at the drawing room. He opened the door and walked in. Alicia was asleep by the fire. He stopped to look at her. She looked nothing like Jamia. She was delicate and her skin was aglow from the time she spent in the garden. He walked over to her and saw that she was in the middle of her needle point when she drifted off. He dropped to one knee and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. At that moment Mr. Stump came in with the brandy. He poured two glasses and handed them to Michael. He in turn handed one to Alicia. She smiled as she took the glass and had a small sip. Mr. Stump bowed and left the room again. Michael sat down next to Alicia. He put his arm around her and she snuggled into his side with her head on his shoulder.

”How does your brother fair?”

”Not very well, I am afraid. He is making uninformed decisions again.”

”Gerard always thought with his heart more than his head. You will help him see the error of his way though, won’t you dear?”

”Of course I will, don’t I always?”

The conversation ended there and the two sipped their drinks as the fire crackled in front of them.

***Frank***

Frank walked down the hall to the kitchen. It was late so he knew it would be empty of servants. He went to the cupboard and took out a tumbler and chipped some ice into it. Then went to the spirit cabinet and pulled out the scotch. He poured himself three fingers and left the bottle on the chopping block, and swirled the liquid to mix it with the ice. He took a sip and let the golden syrup flow down his throat burning and soothing at the same time. While drinking he looked over the room and remembered himself and Gerard in here sharing and drink and so much more.

”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!”

Frank came back from the memory and swallowed about half the glass. He walked over to the door to the garden and looked outside. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. He opened the door and stepped out into the night. He walked around the house looking at the sleeping blooms and recalling taking walks with Gerard. He continued on the path passing his own windows. He stopped and looked at the sleeping roses and the Queen Ann’s lace.

”It reminds me of you. You survived where others could not, you can be very deadly, and you are quite beautiful.”

Frank took another sip of his drink. He coughed hard at the sudden temperature change in the beverage.The ice has evened out in the glass and the liquid had become refreshing instead of warm piss. He cursed out that he was not ready for this as he should have been. He hated that it could also be a metaphor for his reaction to Gerard. He was not ready for that either. He moved on with his journey. He passed the vegetable garden and grabbed a stalk of celery. It broke with a crack. He took a bite and crunched on it thoughtfully. He walked to the edge of the pond. The ducks were sleeping in the reeds with their heads tucked under their wings. He edged by, not to disturb them. He knew his destination, but was trying to hold out for as long as he could. Eventually though there was nowhere else to go and he made it to the wild flower garden. He stared at the wall opening where he searched for Gerard with Mike and Matt. He remembered seeing Mike holding Gerard after the brutal rape by that piece of shit gardener.

”Oh, Frankie, he hurt me so badly. I just kept screaming and saying no and he would not listen. He just kept….”

Gerard could not go on and collapsed in Frank’s arms. Frank looked up at Mike and Matt. Both of them burly guys who enjoyed hurting and torturing people for a living, were practically in tears looking to what was left of his Gee. Frank picked up Gerard again and cradled him in his arms. He looked at his two friends.

”Go find the bastard and bring him to me. He will not live to see tomorrow.”

Frank looked away from the wall and finally at the spot where he had fucked Gerard and downed the rest of the scotch. He hurled the glass at his and Robert’s childhood tree. It broke with a satisfying sound. Frank smiled at this. He saw a piece of fabric from Gerard’s shirt on the ground. He picked it up and ran it through his fingers.

”Fuck, Gee, you look so good riding me. Watching your cock bob up and down while you drop down hard on me. If I freed your hands I would guess they would be digging into my thighs or caressing your own body, maybe running through your hair. Don’t you wish you had the use of your arms right now? Well you can keep wishing, because it isn’t happening. I love watching you trapped like this. You never know what I am going to do to you and you have no control of it, but you like that don’t you? We already established this.”

Frank shuddered at this memory the most. He shuddered from pleasure and rage. How could he let that man get that close. He should have kept him at a fucking distance like he planned. He let him get under his skin. Fuck, maybe he should have killed him that night. Frank was conflicted. He wanted to scream and break shit. He wanted to hurt someone badly. He pulled his knife out and hurled it at the tree. It stuck firm. He pulled it out and did it again. He repeated this hoping it would get some aggression out, but it was not working. The next time he pulled the knife out he stabbed the tree. He kept doing it, imaging so many people in its place. The problem is the one person he wanted to imagine would not appear. Frank screamed out in frustration and fell to his knees. The knife skidded away from him in the drop. He hung his head and just breathed. He looked up at the sky and saw the stars looking down on him. He could not decide if they mocked him or pitied him. He decided he didn’t want to know. The moon had chosen that moment to show itself from behind a single cloud and it bathed Frank in its beam. Frank looked back down at the ground and sighed.

”Master?”

Notes

Um...yeah, Frank is kind of fucked up. Enough said. :(

Title of chapter taken from The Used, "All That I Got". Like This song worked well when Frank starts to trip down memory lane after parting with Mikey. Try listening to it while reading from there. It is really heart wrenching. :( All That I Got