Bondage Mansion

***Time Stamp: Yesterday-Nighttime***

***Jamia***

”Oh fuck yeah, so tight, just like I like you my little whore!”

Jamia felt her face pushed into the mattress of the playroom. Michael was fucking her hard and she was loving it. He had started out with her up on her hands and knees, but as they progressed she found it more difficult to hold herself up. When she lost her balance and slipped down he popped out of her and when he pushed back in, he was in her ass. She was used to this intrusion now and learned to bare down as if she was in labor. It helped to relax her muscles and make the intrusion easier on her. She knew that Michael didn’t care either way. He took the moment to push on her and drape his body over her back. Thankfully he had the good graces to not enter her properly again once he had used her ass. He was a gentleman after all. Jamia had no chance to think anything else as Michael cried out and thrust into her one last time as he came. He slumped over her panting into her ear.

”So good, God so good.”

He bit her neck as the aftershock took over him and then he pulled out. She collapsed onto her stomach fully as he stood and closed his pants up. Of course she had to find all of her clothing. Michael had arrived not too long after Frank had taken his walk into the garden. He stated that something was nagging him about the night and that he told his wife he had to be there. Jamia could see the tension in his face and body and immediately dropped to her knees in front of him and begged to let her help him in anyway she could. That was how they ended up in the playroom. During their session, they heard Frank return to his room and from the sounds of it without Gerard. This bothered Michael and he spoke to Jamia at length how disappointed he was in his brother right now. Jamia had suggested that he may be able to help Frank out. It was Jamia’s accepted idea to leave the playroom open for Gerard to see when he came to Frank this evening. Jamia knew that the want to go into the room would be too great for Gerard to resist. What she did not expect was the speech that Gerard had the nerve to give to the back of Michael when he thought he was Frank. It horrified her that he could speak like that. Frank had given him everything! He rescued him from a rapist not once, but twice and that was worth nothing to Gerard because Robert had finally seen what he was missing. So Gerard was being fucked well now and he didn’t need Frank anymore. Jamia was disgusted!

All these thoughts came to her as she watched Gerard whimpering in the corner of the playroom. He was chained to the wall on his knees recovering from his brother’s punishment. Jamia watched and listened to Michael brow beat Gerard while he whipped him. It was nowhere near the level that Frank did, but it was sufficient enough to show Gerard how angry his brother was.

”Whore, I am going to the kitchen to find some sustenance.”

”Are you sure I cannot bring anything to you Master?”

”No, I will manage on my own, I need time alone anyway.”

With that Michael planted a kiss on her still naked breast and left the room. Jamia finished getting dressed and then made her way over to Gerard. Gerard was limp-wristed against the wall. He had no will to fight left in him. Jamia lifted his head and looked at him. Gerard looked broken, but she knew he was not. She raised her hand and slapped him hard.

”How could you!? You ungrateful wretch! After everything he has done for us! You make me sick Gerard!”

She slapped him again trying to get a sound out of him, but nothing was noted. The playroom stayed with the echo of the slap to his flesh.

”I would whip you myself if you were not above my station!”

”But hitting me is perfectly fine?”

”You anger me so, I did not know what to do! You broke him! You fucking broke him!”

Jamia calmed down and looked at the hand marks on Gerard’s face made by her. She sighed and reached out to take his face in her hands. He flinched not surprisingly. She stroked over where she left her mark.

”Oh, of course it is not okay to for me to hit you, and I will take my punishment properly for striking a noble. But Gerard you just don’t understand.”

Jamia turned around and opened her dress. She slid it down her back and heard Gerard gasp. She knew he saw that her back was marred with the recent beating that she took from Frank when he was angry about Gerard. She heard the clanking of the chains against the wall as he tried to reach out and touch her. She knew that this was futile as the chains on his wrists were short. She slipped the dress completely off and turned so that he could see the continuation on and across her breasts. Finally she lifted her neck and showed where Frank could have ended her life.

”If Master Way had not stopped him, I fear I may not be standing here right now.”

”Jamia…I…”

”This was all for you. For what he could not do to you, to punish you for allowing yourself to be pulled in by Master McCracken.”

”But I love Robert, I truly do.”

”Does it not bother you though that he only started to pay attention to you after he found out what Master was doing to you? How he was making you feel? Why was he not treating you like this all the long? If it were not for Master, you would still be a virgin. You would have never known the bliss that you do now. Tell me, did it really feel like you lost your virtue to Master McCracken or was it truly to Master?”

Gerard looked at Jamia. She knew he knew she was right. He knelt back down to him and kissed him gently. He kissed back with a quiver on his lips. She could feel the tears falling from his eyes. He was confused, he was lonely, and he was hers right now. She slipped into his lap and pressed further into the kiss. Jamia already knew that she was in trouble for striking a noble and that she had almost died the other night, so how much worse of a punishment could there be? She laced her fingers into his trapped ones and allowed herself to sink into the feeling. It felt good to have Gerard press into her body like they did before everything fell apart. Jamia unlaced one finger and trailed it down Gerard’s neck and chest. She dropped it further until it was on his stirred cock. Gerard let out a groan as he pushed up into her callused hand. Years of being an indentured servant had given her washer woman hands. They were rough from daily chores and not being able to care for them like a noble woman would. She did try though. When the ends of the soap were down and a new bar needed to replace them, she would gather the pieces and mold them into a bar for herself. She kept it hidden and washed her hands with it every night. She would take the remnants of the oils at the bottom of the jars and mix them together to coat her body. She hoped that Gerard appreciated this as she stroked him carefully and moved her body against his. As much as she would love to ride him right now, and probably could get him to agree, this was about getting him to see again. As she stroked him she leaned into his ear and began to plant his fantasy.

***Mikey***

Michael took down the cooling scotch. Like his brother, it was his preferred spirit as well. His brother. Michael sighed. He knew what he did to him was slightly out of line, but Frank was so blind right now. The only way he would have been able to handle the situation would be to kill him. His brother looked pretty used when he crawled into the room hours ago, but his mouth, God his mouth and the words that came out of it ruffled Michael to the core. He didn't think that Gerard possessed that kind of tongue and cheek and all Michael wanted to do was shove his cock in his mouth to keep him quiet. He finished the drink and was kind enough to clean up his mess. He headed to the playroom again with renewed vigor.

As he approached the door to the playroom something stopped him from just pushing it open. He slid up to it carefully and peered in. He did not see Jamia anywhere. He wondered briefly if she had returned to her room for something until he faintly heard the sound of heavy breathing. He pushed the door in a little further and searched the room for the sound. He knew that Gerard was chained up in one of the darkest corners so he focused his view on the lamp light and then moved his line of sight in the proper direction. Instead of seeing his brother though, he saw the cream and red skin of Jamia’s marred back. As his eyes adjusted he saw that she was straddled over his brother’s lap they were locked in a furious kiss. Michael felt his blood boil at this thought. Gerard was his and that bitch was touching him! Michael began to cross into the room and head for them. He was quiet though in his movements, lest they hear him and try to make the act look innocent. As he moved closer, Jamia broke the kiss and began to speak.

”Oh God Gerard, can you imagine it? Tied up in that special way that only Master can do. Bound like living art and on your knees for him, making him cry out as only you have the ability to. Don’t you miss it? Don’t you want him to be pleased with you again? Don’t you want to hear him call you Gee and tell you what a good girl you are?”

”Uh Master, I-I-I-I do miss you. I miss making you happy and hearing your praise of me. I just, I just, ah ah ah AH AH AH!”

Michael was taken back the conversation he just heard. He did not know what to make of it. He slowly backed out of the area and moved to the other side of the room again. He sat in the plush chair at the center and pondered what to do with this new information.

***Gerard***

She did not let him cum. He was not surprised by this. She brought him to the brink more than once with her words and her actions, but always held off. She knew the rules as well as he did. He did not have permission and she was not one that could give it either. Gerard was torn by her words. He knew that he may not love Frank as he thought he did, but he had a loyalty to him that he could not deny. Robert was only interested in pleasing him, but he did not require Gerard to serve him. Frank expected and demanded service from Gerard and offered nothing back except praise. The sick thing was that Gerard loved the praise, he reveled in it. When he was not being praised he felt empty and hallow. Gerard looked up and saw Jamia getting dressed again. She smirked at him and patted his cheek where her hand print still tingled on his skin. She stood up and walked away from him. He watched as she went and sighed. He wondered how long Michael was going to keep him here. He wondered if Frank was ever going to come in. Would he ever forgive him for what he said or did? Gerard hung his head, he had a lot to think about and since he was not going anywhere, he had all the time in the world.

***Mikey***

Michael watched as Jamia came towards him. She did not cower or try to hide anything. She simply knelt down in front of him and spoke.

”Master, I deserve to be punished. I have been guilty of striking Master Way, who is considered a noble.”

Michael was taken back by this confession. It was not what he expected at all.

”Why did you strike my brother?”

”It was no excuse, but I was angry because of his words that were meant for Master Iero to hear. I lost my head and I know that I was wrong no matter what my feelings were.”

”It’s true that you were wrong to put a hand on a noble, but your heart was in the right place so before I punish you, I will discuss the charges with your other Master. Now I wish you to get some rest for the night. I have to have a little discussion with my pet.”

”Yes Master.”

”In the morning, I want you to serve me morning meal in here and then serve Master Iero in his bedroom. Something simple as I do not believe he will be able to stomach much more than that.”

”Yes Master, good night Master.”

”Good night my whore, you have done well.”

Michael watched Jamia bow and leave the room. He watched her close the door and then he was alone with his brother. He was surprised how his anger waned a bit with the confession from Jamia. He would talk to Frank about it in the morning anyway, that is a promise he would keep. Michael got up and made his way over to his brother. He pulled the keys out of his pocket. He jingled them to alert his arrival. Gerard’s head remained turned to the floor. Michael crouched down and lifted up his chin. Gerard looked tired and conflicted. Michael could clearly see the hand prints that Jamia left on both cheeks. He smirked at the marks and he dropped his chin back down. He unlocked Gerard’s cuffs and Gerard fell hard to the floor. He grabbed at his hair and pulled him back up. Gerard groaned in protest.

”Well Gee, it seems that you are getting it from all sides huh?”

”I can’t believe she actually hit me.”

”I can. You should have seen what she looked like when I saw her with Frank. She was a mess and he really meant to kill her.“

”I never meant to cause that much pain in him.”

Michael seethed with that comment. He pulled Gerard’s hair harder and shook him at the same time. The force brought him to his knees.

”You should never have caused him any pain, you ungrateful slut!”

Gerard yelped as Michael pulled on the roots hard. He opened his trousers and pulled his cock out and shoved Gerard down on it hard to the base. Gerard gagged, but Michael would not let him up.

”This is the only thing you should be causing your Master! The pleasure of watching you suffer in pain!”

Michael pulled and pushed on Gerard’s head forcing him to only gain air through his nose. He continued this action until he was close. At his peak he pulled Gerard off and sprayed his cum all over his face and into his hair. Gerard collapsed again and Michael finished cumming on his back. He stroked himself until he was spent and then put himself away.

”Get on the mattress slut, I don’t think you have learned your lesson yet on how you should treat your Master!”

Gerard obeyed and crawled slowly to the center of the room. He climbed onto the mattress and waited. Michael looked at him. The cum was a stark contrast to the red of his hair and it dripped off the ends. It still looked wet as it slowly dried on his face and body. Michael grinned, he never thought that his brother looked more beautiful than he did at this moment looking debauched and used. Michael went to the wall where he hung all the whips and other toys that he had made for Frank and himself. He grabbed a heavy thick whip that made a thud noise when he smacked against flesh. He brought it over and showed it to Gerard. This particular toy was not about leaving marks, although it could, this was about gradual pain as the creature it was used on was hit repeatedly. Michael circled around his brother until his back was exposed to him. He saw the marks still covering him from earlier. He realized how pleased Frank would be by them and that made him smile.

”Count off slut!”

Michael brought the whip down with a heavy hand and it resonated throughout the room as it connected with Gerard’s skin. Gerard cried out as the wounds were reopened on his back. He whimpered and bit back tears and curses so that only one word came out of his mouth.

”One.”

***Time Stamp: Present Day-Morning***

***Jamia***

Jamia rose early and went to prepare both morning meals for her Masters. She made coffee and tea as well. She carried the tray down to the playroom. Upon opening the door she saw both brothers sleeping next to each other on the mattress. The difference was that Michael was free to move around and Gerard was tied almost in half. He was on his knees and his chest was crushed against them by the rope circling his body. It wound around his back several times and trapped his arms against his sides. Jamia had a vision of a turkey prepared for Christmas dinner. She placed the tray down and prepared Michael tea before rousing him. Once he was awakened she took the rest of the tray to Frank. She gave the food to Frank as well as per her instructions for him from Michael. She then left and returned to the playroom. Michael was in the plush chair sipping his tea. He motioned for her and she saw a saucer on the ground filled with crème. Delighted that she was being offered such a decadent meal she happily dropped to her knees near it. Michael indicated that he wanted to rest his feet on her back so she backed up with the saucer and he placed them on the center of her back. She dipped her tongue into the crème and sighed at the rich flavor. She was about to go for another taste when she heard the door open and saw Frank walk in.

***Time Stamp: Present***

***Frank***

”Frankie, I know my brother can be a bitch at times and I know right now you are overwhelmed, and don’t say you are not, so I came to help put a foot up his ass and get him back on track.”

Frank was moved by Michael’s concern for him. He brought his own hand up on Michael's shoulder and smiled at him. He looked over at Gerard again. He could not tell if Gerard was asleep or passed out. He left Michael and walked over to him. Frank admired the way Michael had tied him up. It was not perfection, but it was impressive none the less. He pushed at Gerard with his foot and heard him groan.

”Please Master, no more. I will behave, I promise I will.”

Frank did not know if Gerard was talking to himself or Michael. He turned over to Michael to ask, but he was busy with Jamia. She must have done something right by the way he was rewarding her by pinching and squeezing her breasts as he allowed her to straddle his waist. Frank turned back to Gerard. He wanted to see the other marks on his body. He pulled out his knife and cut through the ropes on his back. He made sure to nick the skin so that Gerard would know it was him. The ropes fell off and Gerard unfolded like a rare exotic flower. He stretched his back and neck out exposing it to Frank. Frank swiftly brought his knife to the front of it and Gerard did not even flinch. He just stared up at Frank, never losing eye contact.

”Give me one good reason why I should not kill you right now.”

”Because if you kill me Master, I will not be able to right the wrong that I committed against you. Once I have brought myself in your graces again, then you may destroy me as you see fit.”

Frank smiled down at Gerard. He brought the knife up from his neck to rest on Gerard’s lower lip. He made a small cut and blood pooled and dripped down to Gerard’s chest. He brought his other hand around and smeared the crimson liquid into his skin.

”Good answer my pet.”

Frank allowed Gerard to rise up and meet him in an embrace. He feasted on Gerard’s sweet life force as he pushed his way into his mouth. Gerard sighed and melted under Frank’s strong arms. Frank pulled away and looked at Gerard. He noticed a pink on his cheek that was not part of his blushing. He turned to get a better look and saw the faint outline of fingers up towards his eyes.

”What are these marks on your face my pet?”

Gerard said nothing and looked down. Frank did not like this answer. He forced his chin up again.

”Did Michael strike you in the face?”

Again no answer positive or negative. Frank did not mind that Michael whipped Gerard, but he was careful never to leave a mark on his face. After all, that was the center of his beauty. He dropped Gerard’s face and looked up at Michael. He was back to drinking his tea and Jamia to eating her morning meal. He strode up to Michael and looked at him.

”Mikey, did you strike Gee in the face?”

”No Frankie I didn’t. The whore did.”

Frank looked down at Jamia. He was simmering with anger. While Gerard was his pet, he was still a noble no matter what. Jamia sat up on her knees and bowed forward in a begging position with her chest on her knees and face on the floor.

”I am sorry Master, but I lost control yesterday. I got angry at some of the things that your pet said about you and I struck him. Even with the knowledge of him being a noble. It was worth it that he knew how I felt about his comments and actions. I know there is a punishment in store for me and I will take it accordingly.”

”Please Master, do not punish her.”

Frank and Michael both looked over to see Gerard in the same position of begging as Jamia. Frank walked back over to Gerard.

”Give me one good reason why I should not punish her in accordance to the law.”

”Because she was just trying to show me the error of my ways.”

”That was still no reason to strike you.”

”I was not in my right mind. It was well deserved.”

”Gerard this one is beyond my rules, this is the law of the land that you are arguing.”

”But you are the law here Master. You should have to answer to no one.”

Frank thought about this. Gerard had a good point.

”Very well, Michael will punish Jamia in his own way. I will spare her the harsher punishment for her crime.”

”Master is most kind and wise. Please allow your pet to thank you for your kindness in sparing her pain.”

Frank smirked. Apparently between Michael and Jamia, Gerard had been put back in his place. Frank watched as Gerard crawled over to him and presented himself. Frank opened his sleep pants and pulled out his cock. He watched Gerard lick his lips in anticipation. He waited till he was given the okay and then gently took Frank into his mouth. Frank could not help but sigh at the softness of Gerard’s tongue on him. Yesterday was rough and unforgiving and he had no chance to enjoy it at all, nor did he really want to. Today he let Gerard take his time exploring and reacquainting himself with his Master’s cock. Gerard asked permission to use his hands as well and Frank granted it. Now his cock and balls were being enveloped by Gerard’s soft grip. Frank moaned as he pulled and twisted and did all the little things that drove him crazy. He sucked on the head and drank down the pre-cum that was slowly trickling out of the slit. He tongued that carefully and lightly, nipped at the tip with his small teeth. He worked his way down the throbbing vein that ran the length of the bottom of the shaft and sucked on each section. Frank pushed his hands into Gerard’s hair and fisted and pulled on it. Gerard took the cue and buried himself to the hilt relaxing his throat and taking in the entire shaft. Frank held him there for a moment and then let him go. Gerard pulled off gracefully and went back to lavishing the head and under it. He knew this drove Frank close to the edge. Frank had taught his pet well.

”Ah fuck Gee, remember what I said to you when I first taught you this? That your mouth was made for sucking cock? Well you have gone way past that now. I bet you could take two cocks at once now with your skill. We will have to test that out some time huh?”

”*pant* Yes Master.*pant*"

Frank was getting close now and as much as he hated to end this, he had other ideas for the day. He allowed himself to lose control and give Gerard the power for a moment. He knew that Gerard could sense the shift in the dynamic and took advantage of it and pulled out all the stops. It was not long before Frank was crying out and cumming down Gerard’s throat. It felt amazing! Like he had not cum in forever. The spurts seem to never end and when Gerard pulled off he kept moving his hand on Frank’s cock and encouraging him to continue to cum. The spurts landed in his hair and on his face. Gerard held his mouth open like a child trying to catch snow falling from the sky. Frank held this disturbing mental image for a moment longer till he started to get over sensitive and pulled away from Gerard. He put himself back together and looked at Gerard. He looked perfect covered in Frank’s cum with nothing else on. Frank snapped his fingers; that is what was missing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Gerard’s collar. As exhausted as he was, Gerard presented his neck and Frank circled it and adjusted the clasp tightly around the back.

”Welcome home my pet.”

”It is good to be home Master.”

Notes

Okay , so I received lots of comments asking what happened over the course of the night with Jamia and Mikey. After thinking about it, I decided it would be wise to back track so that you guys could understand where both Jamia and Mikey were coming from. The chapter was time stamped so there wouldl be no confusion as to when I am talking about. I hope this helped a lot. ^-^

Oh and there really use to be a severe punishment for anyone to strike another above there station. In some countries it was even death. @~@