Bondage Mansion

***Gerard***

Supper was quiet. It was just Frank, Gerard, and Robert eating in silence with the sound of cutlery and dishware. No one spoke a word. The silence was slightly unbearable for Gerard. Robert would not meet his eyes either. He knew that there was damage done between them from the afternoon. Even dinner was cold as Robert stayed in the study and Gerard and Frank drank their tea in the Library. Frank told Gerard that he could paint, but he declined and just listened to Frank play guitar. There was no dessert tonight as everyone just wanted to finish eating and leave the table. Robert was finished first. He rose and gave a curt bow to them and left the room. Gerard heard the door to the study close and he was alone with Frank again. Frank had not done anything with or to him since Michael left. After supper Frank and he retired to the bedroom. Frank chained Gerard to the end of the bed and settled into the pillows with a book. Gerard lay down listening to Frank’s breathing get steadier and then he realized he was asleep. Gerard sighed and scratched his arm. There was a feeling under his skin, like an irritation, but he figured that maybe the rope was bothering him. He scratched it again as he dozed off fitfully.

Morning brought no changes. Morning meal was quiet and Robert said another curt farewell as he left for business in town. Frank brought Gerard to the library again and once again told him he could paint. Gerard scratched at his arm and then his chest, but nodded and walked over to his easel. He picked up the paintbrush and noticed that his hand was shaking. He attempted to paint, but the lines were jagged and made smooth strokes impossible. Gerard just held his hand to the canvas and allowed the shakiness to draw its own way. It was discorded and nothing like Gerard would ever create. If Frank noticed his shaking, he gave no show of it. He kept playing his guitar idly as if he was just trying to pass time. Finally Gerard could not take it anymore and spoke.

”Master?”

”Yes Gerard?”

Gerard slightly winced that Frank used his full name instead of a nickname or pet name.

"Master have I displeased you?”

”What makes you think that Gerard?”

”We have not done anything since yesterday afternoon. I just wondered if you were upset with me?

”No Gerard, I am fine and not upset at all.”

”Then why, may I ask, have you not played with me?”

Frank put the guitar down and leaned back in the chair. He steepled his fingers in front of his chin. He crossed his legs and sighed.

"Gerard, we do not always have to play. Sometimes we can just be like this."

”Ah, okay, I guess I understand.”

”Good I am glad.”

With that the conversation was over and Frank picked up his instrument again and went back to playing. Gerard tried to paint, but it was worse now and the shaking was traveling up his arm. He sighed and put the paintbrush down.

”Master, would it be alright if I went and took a nap before afternoon meal?”

”Yes Gerard, that would be fine.”

”Thank you Sir.”

Gerard left the library and headed to his room. He opened the door and walked in. He sat in front of his vanity and picked up his brush. He stared at it for a moment and looked at the back. He slapped it in his palm a few times and then began to brush his hair. Once he was done he got up and went over to his bed. He lay down and curled up in a ball. The itch was now across his chest and moving up his back. He pulled out his back scratcher and tried to reach his lower back. He brought the ornate piece of wood down on his back a little too hard and jumped at the feeling of the wood connecting with his skin. He dismissed it and went in search of the irritation.

***Mikey***

Something felt off in the mansion as Michael relinquished his coat and hat to Peter. He moved into the dining room and saw that places had been set for him and Frank upon the table as well as Gerard’s place. Peter explained that Frank had made this request not too long ago. He also told Michael where he could find Frank and Gerard. Michael made his way to the Library and found Frank lazily playing his guitar with a practiced look on his face. He did not see Gerard, but he did see the results of a painting that it started. It was jittery in it's mannerism and the colors were off.

”Frank, was Gerard painting in here with you?”

”Yes, but he claimed to be tired and went to rest.”

”Did you see his painting?”

”No, I was turned away.”

”It is interesting with many waved lines, but I do not think they are purposefully done. It was as if his body was shaking.”

”Mmmm.”

Michael noticed that Frank was distracted. He left Frank and went down to the bedroom. He opened the door, but Gerard was not there. He looking in the playroom, but it was empty as well. He opened Jamia’s door and saw that she was getting ready to serve afternoon meal. She smiled at him and he waved her off when she tried to go to her knees.

”Have you seen my brother?”

”No Sir, he was with Master Iero earlier.”

”Yes and he stated that Gerard was tired and wanted to rest.”

”Perhaps he went to his room?”

”Yes, perhaps.”

Michael left Jamia to finish dressing and walked down the Eastern Hall to the common area. He looked up the stairs and saw that his brother’s room was indeed open. As he focused on it, he noticed a wisp of smoke leaving it. He moved up the stairs towards it and as he reached the landing a smell hit his nose. His nostrils filled with a scent that he had not smelled since his youth. Michael took the steps two and three at a time to get to the second landing. He pushed his brother’s door open and saw Gerard standing at the far window as it was slightly ajar.

”Gerard.”

Gerard turned around to face Michael and turned red. Michael could see the fag in his possesion and strode across to him and grabbed it out of his hand. He slapped him hard and Gerard went down clutching his cheek.

”How could you Gerard?! Do you want to end up dead like father!?”

”Mikey I…”

”No Gerard, no excuses. This vice filled up father’s lungs with blackness and took him away from us! Mother was devastated, do you not remember?!”

”Of course I do, that is how I inherited the business.”

”Yes, and it is also how you picked up on his filthy habit and started to blacken your lungs as well! Do you not remember your coughing fits? The inability to breathe without the pressure in your chest!?”

”Yes Mikey, but I-”

”And then you finally broke away from the need, but now Gerard, now you start up again? Why, how do you even have this?! Did you lie?! Did you never really stop?!”

”Mikey.”

”You know what?! No, I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses Gerard! Over to your vanity, bend over the cushion, and place your hands behind you back!”

”But Mikey..”

”NOW GERARD!”

Gerard looked surprised, but listened and obeyed Michael and crawled to his vanity. He draped himself over the cushioned seat and placed his hands behind his back and clasped them into each other. Michael walked over and looked at the vanity. He spotted Gerard’s brush and picked it up. He turned it to the flat side and felt the weight of it.

”How many did you intake?”

”Mikey I didn’t...”

Michael brought the flat of the brush down across his brother’s ass and Gerard jumped.

”Keep still and fucking answer me!”

”Three.”

”Three, three fucking fags! In how short a time?”

”I don’t…”

Once again the object came in contact with his skin. This time Gerard did not move, but Michael could tell he was feeling more than discomfort.

”Maybe two hours.”

”Three in two hours. So you smoked them one after another then?”

”Yes.”

Michael brought the brush down again.

”Y-Y-Yes Sir.”

”That’s better. Did this include the one I caught you with?”

”N-No, that was a new one.”

”Nearly four in two hours’ time.”

”Yes Sir.”

Michael reached down and grabbed Gerard by the hair. His whole body reeked of the stench of the dried tobacco. He pulled Gerard up to his knees and sneered down at him.

”You smell disgusting. Your hair, your clothes, your skin is permeated with the scent. Strip now.”

His brother did not even hesitate. He started to disrobe immediately. Within a few minutes, Gerard was wearing nothing and on his knees. Michael noticed that his collar was missing.

”Where is your collar?”

”Master did not put it on me today.”

”Why not?”

”I do not know. He merely stated that we did not have to play all the time.”

”Really?”

”Yes Sir.”

”Interesting.”

”Sir?”

”I am sending my whore up. I want her to draw you a bath and I want this foul stench scrubbed off of you completely. I also want you to tell me where you have it hidden in your room and I am going to remove it. Once this is done, you will be escorted down to the playroom where I will finish punishing you once I talk to Frank. Are these instructions clear?”

”Yes Sir.”

”Good, remain on your knees until the whore arrives.”

”Yes Sir.”

Michael dropped the brush on the vanity and went to the area that Gerard spoke of and found the dried leaves as well as paper to create the completed fags. He scooped them all up and walked over to the fire place. He threw the foul substance in and tried not to breath in the stench coming out. He looked at Gerard one last time. He was still on his knees, naked and unmoving. Michael smirked and left the room.

***Gerard***

He felt strange. He could not describe it, but the feeling, the irritation under his skin, the itching was subsiding a little. He thought the smokes would help, but they honestly made it worse. Yet he still kept alighting them. One after another. Michael was right, it was just like when he was smoking them all day while he tried to adjust to the business that was thrust upon him after their father’s early demise. It was an ill thought of move, but the way Michael had reacted was a shock to Gerard. And yet, there was a level of something he could not describe. Like the itch that he had since last night had been sated. Gerard could not explain why, but the more he thought of the punishment he was going to receive, the more his skin felt right. Gerard saw the door open and Jamia walked in. She took in his position and shook her head. Gerard still did not move as he watched Jamia fill the bathing vessel slowly with hot water and begin to create a bath for him.

***Frank***

Frank was bored, not bored, but bored. He had no idea why he had no urge to play with Gerard at the moment. He flitted through noon meal, not even noticing that Michael had not joined him or that Gerard had not awakened from his sleep. He ate quietly and decided that he may need a rest before dinner. He headed down the Eastern Hallway from the dining room. He noticed that Jamia’s door was open, but she was not inside. Her uniform was on the bed though, which meant she was not in it. He went to his own room, which the door was ajar to as well, and noticed a disarray on his bed. The closet was open and drawers were opened. Also items were missing from the hanging bar. Frank stepped out of his room and looked at the door to the playroom. It was closed, but a clear light was coming from it. Frank walked up to it and opened the door.

”S-S-S-Sixteen”

”Did you burn the clothes?”

”Yes Master, they went into the fireplace.”

”S-S-S-S-S-Sevent-t-t-een”

”And the vessel was cleaned out once again?”

”Yes Master, I used the lye to be sure that no scent lingered and then rinsed it out well.”

”E-E-E-E-Eight-t-t-t-t-t-ee-e-e-e-n”

”Good my whore, you have done well. You may get on your knees now.”

”Yes Master.”

”*pant* *pant* *pant**pant*”

”I did not tell you to stop counting did I? Do you want me to start over?”

”N-N-N-N-N-No S-S-S-Sir.”

”So?”

”N-N-N-N-N-Nin-n-n-nete-e-e-e-een.”

The plank of wood whistled down and connected with the red raised and welted backside of Gerard once again and Gerard cried out the final number. Michael dropped the plank on the ground and pushed his hands into Jamia’s hair. Through the last few smacks she had been expertly sucking him. She never faltered during his punishment of Gerard. Frank had to admire the scene before him. He wondered what Gerard was being punished for, but his question was answered before he could ask it.

”Are you going to do that again Gerard?”

”N-N-N-No Sir-r-r-r-r.”

”If I ever catch you in possession of that foul tobacco again, I will make you eat it and then punish you even more extremely than this time, do you understand?”

Frank could see Gerard trying to answer him, but having trouble catching his breath. The position he was in had him kneeling on a small cushion, as Frank looked at it he realized it was the vanity stool from Gerard’s room. Gerard’s hands were suspended above his head by a chain and manacles. He was in a bodice that cinched his waist tight and skirt that was lifted so that his ass was exposed to the punishment that Michael just finished administering. Frank could also see that a bar was placed between Gerard’s ankles so that his legs remained spread wide. A plug was inside Gerard with a chain that ran between his legs. Frank knew the other end was attached to a cock ring. It was one of his favorite toys, but he had yet to use it on him. Why had he not? Frank did not have time to contemplate this thought any further because a loud groan had rung through the room as Michael entered Gerard. Frank moved to the side to get to Jamia quietly. Jamia was now standing against the wall, completely naked, looking adoringly and envious at Michael. Frank slid up next to her and threw a hand over her mouth. She looked over to see him and relaxed. Frank looked over at Michael, but he was too preoccupied to notice them. Frank beckoned Jamia away to the center of the room. She followed obediently.

”What is going on my pet? Why is Michael so angry at Gerard?”

”Apparently Master Way caught Gerard smoking a fag in his room.”

”And this is bad why?”

Frank had no idea that Gerard even indulged.

”Their father passed on at an early age from illness due to smoking. Gerard had taken it up to deal with stress and had fallen ill himself. He gained his health back and promised both Michael and their mother that he would no longer partake. Master Way was betrayed when he found out that he had been lied to.”

”When he was stressed?”

Frank thought back to Michael’s comment about Gerard’s canvas. Before Frank left the room he had looked at the canvas himself. It was full of shaky movements and Frank wondered if that was Gerard channeling his stress through the paintbrush, but not with true purpose.

”Master Way came to see me and gave me instruction to draw a bath for Gerard and scrub him till the smoky smell disappeared. Then I was to burn his clothing and deliver Gerard to Master Way here. I was to change out of my uniform and then scrub the vessel clean and get rid of all the smells in it as well. Then I was to return here.”

Now Frank understood why Jamia was naked. Gerard’s screams were threatening to drown out Frank’s ability to think any further, but he had more questions for Jamia before he spoke to Michael.

”Who went in my room then?”

”Master Way did. He remembered the closet you showed him in your room. He gathered various items and clothing and had me dress Gerard in them. He then brought him into the playroom and administered his punishment.”

As their conversation ended, Frank looked up as Michael’s voice cried out and he stilled, leaning over Gerard’s back. Both men were panting and shaking. Michael had his arms wrapped around his brother's chest and was now shaking with sadness. With no other sound in the room the sobs were clearly heard.

”Mikey, please don’t cry, I’m so sorry.”

”You scared me Gee, I don’t want to lose you too.”

”No Mikey, you won’t I promise. We will be together for a long time, growing old as brothers should.”

Frank heard the declaration by Gerard and watched as Michael pulled out and replaced the plug again. He moved in front of his brother and Gerard hung his head so that his hair caressed Michael’s shoulder. Both brothers remained in silence. The scene would have been serene, if it were not for Gerard’s dress and position and the fact that Michael was naked with a softening cock. Either way Frank felt as if he was intruding on an intimate moment. He beckoned Jamia to follow him out of the room. They went into the bedroom and Frank sat in his chair and Jamia knelled on the floor. They said nothing for a time and then Jamia looked at Frank and he knew she had something to say.

"What is it my pet?”

”Why have you not touched Gerard?”

”How do you know I have not, did he say something to you?”

”He did not need to, I saw it.”

Frank sat up straighter and looked at the girl on the floor. He knew she was nowhere in sight today or last evening so how could she have seen anything? He glared at her and gained command in his voice.

”What are you speaking of?”

"Sir, when I went to give the bath, I could see this sheen, if you will, surrounding him. I get it when Master Way is not around. It is almost like a need to be…"

Jamia stopped speaking as if she were trying to find the right words. Frank sat on the edge of his seat waiting for her answer.

”Controlled, used, um…punished?”

”So wait, you are saying that if one of us is not using or punishing you in some way you feel strange?”

”Yes Sir, like there is an itch or irritation under my skin that I cannot get to. It shows like a layer all over my skin.”

Frank thought about the way Gerard was acting yesterday and then again earlier. He remembered Michael’s comment about Gerard's painting and even though he thought about it earlier, it hit him now. Gerard was having withdrawal! He saw this in the whores that had dependencies on opium and heroin. Chasing the Dragon they called it because one was always trying to catch that first high. Still, was Gerard addicted to him or being controlled? He pondered this as the door opened and an exhausted Michael came in. He had closed his trousers up and had erased the track marks on his face. He collapsed in a chair opposite Frank, and Jamia was immediately at his side. She lay her head on his lap and he petted it quietly.

”How is Gerard Master?”

”Still in position, but recovering and truly sorry I think.”

”And you?”

”I am fine as always.”

Frank left them together and went to the playroom. Gerard was still in the same position, with his head hung down. Frank made sure to make a noise of the door closing to alert him.

”*groan* Mikey?”

”Not quite Gee.”

”Master.”

Gerard’s voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke the word. Frank moved to the end of the room to stand in front of Gerard. As he moved he took in Gerard's whole appearance. He still had the plug in along with the cock ring attached. His ass was raw and red with raised welts. He had deep indents on his hips from Michael’s fingers digging in, those would bloom into bruises. When Frank stepped in front of Gerard he lifted his gaze to meet him. His face was dirty and streaked with tear tracks. Frank thought he was never more beautiful. He reached out to touch Gerard’s face and Gerard shuddered at the contact. He looked for permission and then leaned into the touch. Frank rubbed his thumb over Gerard’s cheek, chin, and then swollen lips. He pushed his thumb inside and Gerard eagerly sucked on it. He removed his thumb and shoved two fingers into his mouth. Gerard lavished them with his tongue as they fucked into his warm mouth. Frank pulled them out with protest from Gerard and ran the saliva ridden appendages over his face and down his neck. He pulled Gerard towards him and ghosted his lips across Gerard’s trembling ones.

”Did you miss me Gee?”

Gerard shuddered harder and Frank knew that he hit on something by using the nickname again. He knew that words could be powerful, but this three letter word seemed to hold untold power for the entrapped faux redhead in front of him. Gerard was trying to find his voice to answer, but Frank rolled over him with his words following his fingers traveling down his chest and continuing to grab his hard dripping cock and squeeze.

”Were you thinking of me today when your brother was fucking you?”

”Ah ah Master I, ah…”

”You hated that I didn’t touch you yesterday, huh? And then again this morning? You needed me to right? That is why you smoked instead, trying to fill the need? But it didn’t work did it? And you got in trouble with your brother in the end. So what do you have to say for yourself now Gee?”

Frank watched as Gerard choked and sputtered at the words falling from Frank’s lips. He trembled and shook and finally blurted out his own words.

”Please fuck me Master.”

Notes

As a person who is in the lifestyle, not 24/7, I do get itchy when I cannot go out and play with my Mistress at our club. This is the itch that Gerard is thinking about. Right now my Mistress is currently nursing a broken arm so I will not be playing for a while so I am pretty fucking itchy right now. @~@ ^0^

So Gerard is itchy and does not understand why. The question is who can cure the itch?

I refer to cigarettes as fags, which our lovely UK fans will recognize, but i just wanted to let everyone else know that I am not being derogatory. Just wanted to put it out there. ^-^

Oh and you all are going to hate me at the end of this chapter, so let the comment tirade begin.