Bondage Mansion

***Jamia***

”I thought you two were told to stay in your room.”

Both boys jumped as Jamia walked into the kitchen.

”Oh, do not be so hard of them Mistress Way, they were looking for something to eat.”

”And taking advantage of you Pete.”

Jamia noticed that Patrick bristled at her informal use of Pete’s name. After spending so many years as his equal, not that she felt much different now, it was pointless to convert. Jamia went to the cupboard, and begun to gather some food.

”Here Mistress Way, let me help you with that.”

”Pete, remind your brother that this was once my job, and that I am perfectly capable of handling it.”

”Noted Jamia.”

Jamia laughed as Patrick gasped, and admonished Pete while the boys laughed. It felt good to hear them being light hearted again. Jamia felt horrible that they were fighting lately, but she knew it was not their fault. As she was leaning up to grab a bowl, there was a twinge in her side that caused her to gasp, and she dropped the bowl.

”Mother!”

Both boys ran to her side quickly.

”I’m fine, just a little body twinge, nothing else. I probably stretched a muscle.”

”Still, let us finish what you were doing.”

She sat down without argument, and let them gather food and drink for her to settle it on a tray. Then Patrick rose and insisted on carrying it for her back to the Library. She walked ahead of him while she held her side, massaging it lightly in small circles. As Jamia left the dining room she looked down the Eastern Hallway and smiled. She kept on to the Library, knowing it would still be empty. The girl was beginning the hardest part of her journey.

***Arianna***

”How are you Gee? Did I hurt you much? I got a little carried away. I am not going to apologize for it though. You deserve it for making me think about tomorrow. Why would you do that? WE COULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH FUN TONIGHT, AND YOU HAD TO FUCKING RUIN IT!”

Gerard feels his face roughly pushed away, and the shadow run their fingers down his arm. The deep cuts and patterns angry from being disturbed.

”Mine Gee, you are mine. I have marked you so that everyone will know, but you knew didn’t you? You have always known right?”

Arianna shuddered as she brushed by the chains, slightly dusty now, but not without some use still. She picked up the manacle, and slipped her wrist through it. The cold metal felt foreign against her delicate skin, yet it sent her heart rushing.

”Did he really enjoy it that much?”

Her voice echoed in the playroom as it left her lungs. It bounced off the stone walls, and she could feel the vibration as she ran her hands along it. She moved to the far left, and saw the table that she read Frank had strapped Gerard to. Arianna touched the wood lightly, she could feel it's pulse.

Frank climbed onto the table, and sat on Gerard’s chest. Gerard looked at him as he started to take his britches apart then pull out his hard cock. Gerard shrank back a bit from having it so close to his face. Frank figured that Robert had not done this with Gerard. ‘He really was a fool wasn’t he?’ Frank knew he would be using Gerard’s mouth several times a day if he was his, and since he would be just that then this was a sure thing in the immediate future. Frank waved his cock in front of Gerard’s face, and scowled at him.

”Well, what are you waiting for? Open up, and suck it!”

Frank grabbed Gerard’s hair firmly, and when he yelled out he shoved his cock down Gerard’s throat. Gerard sputtered and choked at the mouthful. Frank felt a slight graze of teeth on his shaft so he pulled out, and slapped Gerard hard.

”Don’t you even think of biting me bitch! You keep your teeth back, and just suck it like a good girl!”

Gerard whimpered, but when Frank shoved his cock back in he obeyed, and kept his teeth away. Frank realized that Gerard did not know what to do, so he started to direct him.

”Hollow out your cheeks, and suck on the head.”

Gerard did as He was instructed, and Frank let out a sigh at the feeling.

”Use your tongue, swirl it on the shaft.”

Again Gerard took great direction, and elicited a groan from Frank this time. Frank started to work his cock in and out of Gerard’s mouth. He pulled all the way out so that Gerard could tongue the head then shoved it back in for him to suck on the shaft. Several times Gerard gagged like he was going to throw up, but a look from Frank, and he figured out how to relax his throat. It was feeling really good to Frank, but he needed more friction and speed. Frank pushed himself further up, and started to really fuck Gerard’s mouth.

”Fuck yeah Gee, that’s it, you can handle the whole thing. Such a perfect mouth, it was just made to have a cock in it all the time. When you are mine, I will make sure that it happens all the time. You love it too, don’t you? Love being gagged by the massive shaft, feeling it all the way in the back of your throat. That’s it bitch, take it all.”

Arianna came back from the memory shivering. Gerard’s details painted such a vivid picture that she was sure that Frank was in the room with her. She realized though that the shiver was from the breeze that was coming in from the corner of the room. She moved there carefully, and found a door hidden in the shadows. She pushed it open, and realized she was now behind the mansion. Deciding that she needed the air, she left the playroom, careful to set the door so she could get back in. She was not far from the wildflowers where Frank helped Gerard overcome the violation that he experienced at the hands of their former gardener. Gerard never said in his book what happened to the gardener, but considering his description of Frank’s anger, she would not be surprised if he was no longer on this earth. Not that he deserved anything less to Arianna. As she moved in the sunshine she saw the archway in the wall. She knew that was the way to the gardener's shack, and before she could explain it, she was off in that direction.

***Gerard***

Gerard crept quietly out of Michael’s room. He had exhausted his brother, but it was a good exhaustion. Gerard went to his room to dress in something more appropriate. When he emerged he headed through the mansion to find something to eat. He moved down the stairs to the landing when a breeze came from below him. He looked over and saw Jamia in the Library alone. Gerard knew that cool breeze. It only came into the house when the playroom was open. Gerard went from the staircase to the Eastern Hallway. He walked to the end of the long stretch, and sure enough the playroom was open, along with Jamia’s old room, and Frank's. He went into the playroom to see the hidden door was open too.

”She is faster than I thought she would be.”

Gerard spoke to the room as he made his way to the door. He entered the backyard then headed toward the garden. He looked at the sunlight dancing on the pond, and recalled the fun he had that day with Frank. The events were bringing so many memories back.

”Fancy a swim Gee?”

Gerard looked up at Frank to see if he was serious. There was no smirk on his face this time. Gerard took a chance and answered.

”Yes Master, I would like that very much.”

”Well then, disrobe and you may go in.”

To punctuate this, Frank leaned over, and removed the leash from the collar. Gerard waited as Jamia came behind him, and began to remove the little clasps that held the bodice tightly to his skin. She ran her hands down the red creases and bumps as his chest expands from its confinement. Once the article of clothing was removed, Gerard took in a deep breath. The breath was still slightly contained from the rope formation still on his chest, but he was so use it that it did not even concern him. Jamia came around the front, and removed the stockings then garter. Finally the skirt was removed, and other than the rope, the only piece of clothing left was the flimsy undergarment that was trapped beneath. Frank bent down behind Gerard, and he heard the sound of his knife being opened. The blade was trailed down his chest, and it left a red line from his neck to his groin. Gerard thought that Frank was going to sever the rope, but instead he felt the sides of the undergarment pulled and then fall loosely to his thigh. His cock was still half hard from earlier, and it hung slightly over the ropes. Frank reached down to grab it, and squeezed hard. Gerard let out a gasp, and his head fell back onto Frank. Frank continued to administer him till his cock was hard, and standing straight out. Gerard felt the ring slipped on, and groaned again as his cock was abandoned once more. Frank stood up after that, and Gerard crawled into the water.

Gerard sighed as he felt himself harden a bit from the memory, but he willed it away as he continued to the garden. He passed the wildflowers as they swayed in the breeze. The sun was stronger here, but the area was sheltered by the large tree that shaded the area. He wondered if Arianna had gotten to that part in his story. Gerard swore that the flowers still whispered about that day, and the way that Frank just took him.

”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.”

”Oh God Master! Feels so good with you inside me.”

Gerard shivered again making his cock semi hard once more. He moved onto the garden, and saw a familiar face there, but not the one he was expecting.

”Matt, what are you doing?”

”Oh hey Gee, I was grabbing a few snacks for our guest.”

”Guest?”

”Yeah, a pretty little thing wandered into the forest, and…”

Gerard started to panic, and Matt dropped the vegetables he had been gathering so he could grab a hold of him.

”Hey hey Gee, Gee, speak to me, what’s wrong, you're shaking!?”

”Oh God Matt, did you and Mike do anything to her?”

”Other than make her comfortable, and feed her no, why were we supposed to?”

”NO!”

”Calm down Gee, she’s fine. I realized who she was right away. I have seen her with the boys before.”

”Oh, I did not realize that.”

Matt stood in front of Gerard, and held his arms gently.

”Gee, thanks to you, we are not the violent assholes we used to be… unless you need us to be.”

”S-S-Sorry Matt, I just…”

Matt circled Gerard’s waist, and Gerard gently rested his head on his shoulder.

”It’s all right Gee, I can understand that. Now, why don’t you join us for our snack. This little thing is asking us all sorts of questions about what we do, and about you. I think poor Mikey nearly lost it when she knew who we were.”

Gerard laughed then helped Matt gather more food. They then both made their way through the archway to the house in the woods.

***Edward & Anthony***

After they finished their meal, the boys left the kitchen then headed for the stairs. They saw that the Library was open, and decided to see if their mother, and Arianna were inside. They knocked, but no one answered. Pushing the door open, they saw that their mother had fallen asleep with her needlepoint in front of the fire. The sofa where Arianna was had her wrap on it. The boys quietly walked in, and Anthony picked it up. He felt the soft material, and it reminded him of caressing her soft skin. When he picked it up it revealed a book she was reading. Edward picked it up, and scanned the pages.

”Hey, it’s Father’s writing.”

”Why was Ari reading one of Father’s journals?”

”I don’t know, but listen to this!”

”Week Four Day Two”

”I knew it was wrong, but I needed it. Robert had never known about my habit, I managed to keep it quiet, but I should have known not to do it with my brother in the mansion.”

”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 it 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!?”

”Yes Mikey, but I-”

”And then you finally quit, 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 your back.”

”But Mikey..”

”NOW GERARD!”

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

”How many did you take?”

”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-”

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 fags 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 fags in two hours’ time.”

”Yes Sir.”

Michael reached down, and grabbed Gerard by the hair. His whole body reeked of the stench of 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.

”Wherer 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 then went to the area that Gerard spoke of to find the dried leaves as well as paper to create the fags. He scooped them all up, and walked over to the fireplace. He threw the foul substance into the hearth, and tried not to breath in the stench coming out. Mikey looked at Gerard one last time. He was still on his knees, naked and unmoving. Michael smirked then left the room.

Anthony stood still as Edward finished whispering the words on the paper. He looked over, and saw that their mother was still asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief then looked at his brother.

”Do you think he was speaking about our Uncle?”

”I don’t know, I mean I have heard of men referring to each other as brothers, but I have never seen many other gentlemen here other than business ventures, and even that is restricted to the ground floor.”

”And who was this Master, and there was a whore in the house? Who was that?”

”That would be the woman you refer to as your mother.”

Both boys jumped, and Edward dropped the book, which woke up their mother. They looked at the doorway, and saw their Uncle standing there. They thought they were going to be yelled at again, but his face was surprisingly calm. He walked in just as their mother yawned and looked up.

”Boys, what are you doing here, where is Arianna?”

”I think she has not gotten back from her walk so the boys picked up where she left off in her reading.”

Their mother looked down, and saw the journal. Once again they waited to get yelled at, but nothing happened. Instead their mother rose from the chair with their Uncle's help. They were a little taken back when she started to lose her balance, and he circled her waist to catch her.

”Are you all right?”

”I feel a little lightheaded. Not sure when I fell asleep. I have been tired lately.”

”Hmmm, perhaps you need to lie down properly.”

”Perhaps you are right.”

Their Uncle rang for aid, and Mr. Wentz arrived promptly.

”Yes Sir Master Way?”

”Take my Whore up to my room, and make her comfortable.”

”Yes Sir.”

The boys were knocked back to seat on the sofa when their Uncle called their mother that. Even more surprising was the way Mr. Wentz did not even react to it. He moved to hand her over to the servant. He lifted her chin then kissed her lightly on the lips.

”Be a good girl, and get some proper rest Whore.”

*Yawn* "Yes Master, thank you Master.”

As Mr. Wentz and their mother left the room, their Uncle turned to them, and made his way to the chair that she just vacated. Anthony looked up at him, and the question was out of his mouth before he could think.

”So you were father’s Master?”

”Well I am one, but no, that would be your Father?”

”Wait… what?” How would our father be his own Master?”

”He was not.”

”I am confused now.”

”Yes, me too.”

”Boys, let’s take a walk.”

The boys rose, and followed their Uncle as he exited the Library then made his way out of the Western Hallway. through the common area. He turned down the Eastern Hallway where there was a breeze rising from the corridor.

”I have never been down here before.”

”I am not surprised. You had no need up until now.”

The boys did not understand what their Uncle meant, but they continued to follow him. They passed by two bedrooms; one very sparse, and the other well furnished.

”Whose were these rooms Uncle?”

”The first one belonged to Jamia, the second one your Father.”

”Our father?”

Their Uncle turned around, and pointed at Edward.

”Not your father, your father.”

He then pointed to Anthony, and Anthony started to get angry.

”What is with these riddles!?”

”All will be revealed shortly.”

He continued down to the end of the hallway where a heavy door was sitting with a key in the lock. He pushed it open and entered. He walked in the dark like he knew where he was going. He leaned in to light a lamp on a now revealed table. The boys entered cautiously, and looked around.

”It’s a dungeon.”

Their Uncle sat down, and motioned them in further. He grabbed a bottle that was hidden behind the table, and popped the cork on it. He took a drink straight from the opening, and surprised them by handing it to them. Edward took it and then looked at Anthony. He shrugged then took a deep pull. It tasted like the fruit was sliding down his throat. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand then handed the bottle to Anthony. Anthony took his own draught of it and when he pulled the bottle back he smiled.

”Fuck that’s good stuff.”

”Tony!”

Anthony blushed when he realized he just cursed, but the deep laughter that came from his Uncle made him gain his own look of surprise. He took the bottle back, and before he took another drink he spoke with a fondness in his tone.

”Now you sound like Frankie.”

***Arianna***

”Wait… so let me try, and understand this one more time. You both prefer women.”

”Yup.”

”But Gerard is the exception?”

”What can I say, there is just something about him.”

”Oh, stop you two!”

Arianna watched as Gerard giggled like a woman as the two strapping older men flanked him, and rested their hands softly on his hip and thigh. She also noted that she could see the inked lines on Gerard's body. He wrote about how he had turned the scars that Frank had given him into permanent reminders. Arianns felt brave suddenly and sat forward.

"Can I see them?"

Matt and Mike looked at her with confusion, but Gerard's face said that he knew. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. He let it slide down and reveal what could not be seen with out being close to the pale man. Arianna stood up and reached a hand out. She hesitated, but a smile from Gerard relaxed her. She touched the flame near his heart and his words came into her mind.

Frank took the knife point and began to carve a small flame above Gerard’s left nipple. To his delight Gerard did not move and swallowed the scream in his throat. When he was done with part of it, he asked the next question.

”Okay, What am I to you?”

Gerard spoke family out loud. Frank shook his head.

”Sorry Gee, wrong answer, try again.”

Before Gerard could speak Frank pushed the knife once again into the wound over his heart. A small stream of blood was flowing now and it was staining the quilt below them. Frank lifted the knife and licked it clean with a flourish. Gerard’s eyes watered with the pain he could not voice. This time he answered correctly.

”M-M-M-Master.”

Frank smiled at Gerard and he continued to finish carving the flame. The blood from the carving mixed with the blood from gash over the heart and when Gerard took a deep painful breath, the rivulet ran down his stomach and collected in his navel. Frank watched this with fascination and licked his lips. He leaned down and lapped the blood up, sucking at the skin and dipping his tongue in. Gerard shuddered at the touch of his tongue and it made Frank smile.

”Mmmm, taste so good Gee. Just one more question now. If you get it right, there will be a prize for you, but if you get it wrong there will be death for you.”

"I don't think I would have survived it."

Gerard reached up and covered her hand over his heart.

"You are much stronger than you ever think you could be. I know you will figure things out."

He uncovered her hand and she continued to trace down the the swallows on his hips and then moved to the words on his arms. He knew who he belonged to, but Arianna did not feel like she belonged to anyone. She slumped back down in the chair and Gerard sat back down between the two men, not bothering to put his shirt back on. They settled in around him again touching him without worry. He looked so comfortable with them. It reminded her of the way she was with the boys.

”You love them both don’t you?”

”Huh?”

She jumped as Mike spoke to her. She blushed deeply, and looked away, breaking eye contact.

”It’s all right honey, we can see it written all over you.”

”H-H-How can you tell?”

”Because you just imagined that you were Gee, and we were them.”

”No! I didn’t I...”

Gerard leaned in, and touched her knee lightly.

”it’s all right, I was the same way. I really did love them both, and wish I could have chosen them both.”

"May I speak honestly Gerard?"

"Of course dear, we are all friends here."

Arianna took in a deep breath. She knew her convictions.

"I cannot see myself being controlled by anyone other than myself."

Gerard looked at her. She thought that he would say that she was a fool and that a woman is always controlled by someone.

"Do you think that because I was a man placed in a women's position that I gave up control?"

"I am not sure..."

"Sweetie, I had the most control of all because I chose to give it up. That is what being submissive is about."

"Yes, but I am not like you in that respect and no offense i am certainly not like Jamia."

"She is a slave. She wants no control. That is different from me. Even now that Frank is gone, I choose to surrender to Michael as my Master."

"He is your brother though, does that not bather you?"

Gerard sat back again. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know it may seem strange, but when he is in control, I do not see him as my brother. I see him as a man that I want to possess me. I suppose if I truly was a woman, then there would be a danger of offspring, but as we are both men, the only danger is opinion and ignorance."

"Were you never afraid he would sire with you like Frank and Robert did?"

"No I was not because that was part of the curse. I was in the women's role so it played through completely."

Arianna sat there and thought of what she wanted to say next.

"What if I wanted to be in control?"

"How so?"

"What if I wanted to be the Master?"

Gerard gained a thoughtful look on his visage. He looked at her for a while saying nothing. Then he smiled.

"See, I told you that you were stronger than you thought."

”Please, tell me what happened, I have to know.”

”Are you sure you are ready?”

”No, but this curse is not waiting, and if I am to make a decision, I need to understand what you went through in the end. Please Gerard.”

”All right sweetie.”

All present company settled in as Gerard told of his last day with Frank.”

”It’s almost time.”

”I know.”

”I will not see you again.”

”Of course you will. We have meals together.”

”You mean like last time?”

”That will not happen again.”

”It could.”

”I won’t let it.”

”You know I want to kill him right?”

”Yes, but I know you won’t.”

”How can you be so sure?”

”Because that is not how you want to win.”

Frank looked at Gerard. He was right, he could have ended this weeks ago, but it was not his way. He pulled Gerard closer and caressed the inside of his thigh. His initials had become faint white lines marring the creamy flesh that rested there. Gerard shivered with his touch. The newer marks that littered his body were a goodbye gift from Frank. Gerard was allowed to choose his punishment earlier and he chose one that would leave visible marks covering his body.

Gerard pushes into Frank’s touch. He does not want this night to end. He does not want to make the decision that will break one man and change his life forever. There is no right or wrong decision here and it kills him, all decisions are wrong in one way or another. Too much pressure. At that moment the grandfather clock chimes and there is a knock on the door. Gerard answers it not caring what he looks like. Mr. Wentz is right on time as always. He does not even pay attention to what Gerard is not wearing.

”It’s time Master Way.”

”Yes, thank you Peter.”

”Wait, I’ll walk you to the end of the hallway.”

The three leave the room and make their way down the hall. Mr. Wentz is proceeding with Gerard in the middle and Frank at the rear. Frank watches as Gerard walks defeated and sullen. He wants to drag Gerard back to the room and chain him up. Claim him completely. As far as he is concerned he took Gerard’s virginity and Gerard felt the same. It was a minute thing to hold onto. They stopped and Mr. Wentz turned to them.

”I will wait at the stairs Master Way.”

Gerard watches Peter walk away and turns to Frank. Frank has his hand in his pocket. He pulls it out and there is Gerard’s collar. He hands it to Gerard.

”Keep it.”

”Put it on me please Master.”

”I am not your Master anymore.”

”You will always be my Master.”

Gerard gets down on his knees and Frank loops the collar around his neck and secures it. He looks down at Gerard and smiles. Gerard smiles back and then rises to meet his lips. They kiss with no more words.

The room was silent when Gerard finished speaking. Both Matt and Mike were holding onto Gerard as he wiped the emotion from his eyes. Arianna could hear the love in his words. That steeled her convictions even more. She and the boys would not go through any of this heartache.

"Thank you Gerard. I think I now know what to do."

Gerard smiled at Arianna.

"No, I know that you know what to do."

***Mikey***

”Wow, I never would have thought that of Father… I mean mother?”

”The curse is powerful, and it was determined to continue no matter if Gerard was a man or not. The funny thing was that he was not bothered by the thought of being pregnant at all. Even when he was in pain because he could not give birth in the conventional sense, and had to have surgery, he never regretted it.”

”And I don’t think I ever will.”

The boys all looked over at the corner, and saw Gerard walk in with Arianna. Gerard went to over to Michael, and hugged him tightly.

”How are you my pet?”

”Better Sir, thank you.”

They turned to the boys, who were both glaring at each other with Arianna in the room, but now they seemed to know it and were fighting it.

Looked between them and sighed. She looked at Gerard and he nodded. Taking a deep breath she turned back and spoke to the young men who ere battling for her.

”Boys, I think we need to talk.”

They both turned to her and everyone in the room could hear the change in her voice. It made you want to listen to her words.

”All right.”

”Gerard please excuse us?”

Gerard nodded, and Michael was surprised to feel him being pulled out of the room.

”Wait Gee, I thought…”

”Nope, they need this room.”

Michael raised an eyebrow, but went with him. Gerard closed the door, and walked with Michael to Frank’s room.

”Will you be sleeping here tonight?”

”Perhaps, but right now I just need to rest. Will you stay with me?”

”I think that can be arranged. Jamia is using my bed right now to rest anyway.”

Gerard moved over to his side of the bed, and Michael took Frank’s spot. He wrapped his arms around Gerard’s waist, caressing his hip. Gerard snuggled back against his chest and sighed. They could both feel Frank’s presence in here.

”Ours.”

”Always.”

***The Kids***

The boys stood dumfounded as Arianna sat in the throne-like chair sipping from the same bottle that Michael had before.

”But is that even possible?”

”I discussed this with your mother, and he thinks it is.”

”Both of us?”

”If I give you no reason to fight over me, then the curse should not be able to take effect.”

”Still, how unusual is it to have a relationship with three people?”

Anthony looked at Edward, and cocked an eyebrow.

”Um… our 'father' is our mom, and he has never slept with our 'mom' who is sleeping with our Uncle, who is also sleeping with our 'mom'. And who they both serve like slaves.”

”You forgot about the two guys who work for your mom who live in the forest and fuck him.”

”Ari!”

”Oh and your mom is a submissive pet, Jamia is the slave.”

”Wow, you have been talking a lot to him haven’t you?”

”You have no idea. So come on, let’s introduce you to your real father(s).”

The three left the playroom, and headed down the hall. They walked past Frank’s room, and stopped when they heard a soft sound. Arianna looked in, and saw Gerard in Michael’s embrace. They were kissing slowly, and Gerard had his hands pushed into Michael’s hair. Michael moved from his lips to his neck making Gerard gasp. He reached out then picked up the manacle attached to the chain at the end of the bed. Gerard craned his neck back as Michael closed the circle of metal around the slender flesh.

”Um… we should leave them alone.”

The boys pushed Arianna forward. As they walked she overheard Edward say to Anthony.

”We don’t have to do that right?”

”No, I am pretty sure that has nothing to do with the curse. That is just... them.”

”Good cause I love you, but I have no desire to fuck you.”

”Good to know, same here.”

Arianna laughed at their conversation as she made her way up the stairs to Robert’s old room. She pushed it open. It still looked the same as when the boys were growing up before they were moved to their own rooms. Over each of their beds were the portraits that Gerard described. Each boy stood where their bed was, and looked up.

”So you’re Frank huh?”

Arianna could see the gleam in his eye, and the smirk on his lip that Gerard spoke with fondness about. She saw the knife that he always carried in the glass case below him. The same weapon was in the painting too, sticking out of his coat pocket.

”I have his eyes.”

”Yeah you do, You also have his name.”

”So that’s why fath… mother always called me Frankie.”

”Same with me.”

Edward's father held just as a commanding pose, but his eyes were gentler, and his pose softer. Edward touched his hair, and looked at the color.

”Mom’s really good at capturing someone isn’t he?”

”Yeah he is.”

”It should be weirder calling him that, but it isn’t.”

”So now what?”

”Now we break this fucking curse.”

Both boys turned to Arianna who was looking at the portrait of Frank with fierce determination. She took both their hands, and pulled them out of the room. They headed back downstairs to the playroom. Arianna stopped at Jamia’s old room, and told them to go on. They both headed to the playroom, and she ducked in to find what Gerard told her was in there.

”Soooo what do you think of all of this?”

”I don’t know, I mean I don’t want to kill you, or hurt Ari, but I I I I… Ari?”

Edward looked at Anthony as he stuttered, and began to drool. He moved his gaze to match his brother's direction of line of vision, and his mouth dropped open.

”Ari?”

”Hello my pets.”

Ari was wearing Jamia’s old outfit, but instead of looking like the slave, she was the Master, or Mistress in this case. She had one of Michael’s floggers in her gloved hand. She had Gerard’s old heels that fit her surprisingly well, he did have small feet for a man. She sauntered in then sat down on the throne-like chair hanging one leg over the side. She picked up the bottle of wine, and took a long draught from it, spilling a little on her chest. The crimson liquid ran between her breast, staining her skin to a berry tone.

”I seem to have spilled wine on myself. Frankie, be a dear, and clean this up.”

Anthony found himself moving forward, and sinking to his knees. Without being told he rose on his knees, and proceeded to lap the wine off of her skin. Edward watched with wide eyes, and felt that twinge of hatred toward his brother, but it was fainter than before. Arianna watched him as she continued to drink, this time spilling the liquid on her thigh. Edward felt the urge to get on his knees, and crawl forward to her. She smiled and it encouraged him more. He came closer and she spread her legs more so that he could fit in next to Anthony, and clean her thigh off with his tongue. Arianna sighed as she ran her fingers through both of their hair.

”Such good pets, your Mistress is very happy with you right now.”

Notes

Two more chapters to go in this story and I can say that I am truly excited to see it end. The direction I moved in after the last chapter was fueled from comments and conversations that I had with readers. I am confident though, that I made the right decision. ^-^

Much love to my betas right now, who have been saturated with chapters to go over. I am just on a roll right now with writing. ^0^

This chapter the boys caught a clue as to something going on thanks to curiosity and their Uncle. Arianna grew more confident with her knowledge and finally put it to use. Gerard is more than ever determined that the curse will not get his boys, but is the family powerful enough to stop it or are there unforseen consequences looming in the distance.
After all if you play with fire, you are bound to get burned.

Title comes from The Offspring song: "Way Down The Line"

Enjoy! ^-^