A Hard Surprise
Title: Bondage Mansion
Author: momiji_neyuki
Pairings: Gerard/Bert, Gerard/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Bloodplay, Bondage, D/s, Humiliation, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Kinbaku, Collars, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Facials, Torture, Sick and Twisted Fluff, Implied Mprg.
Summary: We are not as alone in the dark as we think we are.
Disclaimer: They are a band and they will always be a band to me, there fore I cannot and do not own them.
Author’s Note: Sorry this chapter took so long. I was confused as to where I wanted to go with it. I knew in my mind the layout, but I could not formulate the words. I have two scenes from two different points of view, Gerard's and Frank's, and one from Jamia's. I hope I made it easy to tell them apart. Kudos are always appreciated, but comments are what I love the most. Hearing your opinions and voice on what is happening and even guessing what is going to happen next.
Beta'd by my amazing friend Trixgrl from AO3. ^-^
A Visitor In The Storm
The Contest
The Antici......pation
An Unsure Ally
Taste The Soup
A Frank Remembrance
***Gerard***
Gerard stood in front of Frank's bedroom door. He was not sure if he should be kneeling like before, but he was not given a command so he thought it better to wait. It occurred to him briefly how he was already obeying Frank after only a few hours. There was something about being told to do something that was a little exciting, but he still feared whatever Frank had in store for him. Jamia had left to check supper in the kitchen so Gerard would be alone with Frank again. This made him very nervous. At the last-minute he changed his mind and decided to kneel before he knocked. He dropped to his knees, took a deep breath in and knocked quietly. Within seconds Frank opened the door and looked down at Gerard. He smiled and Gerard had decided he made the right decision.
"Where is Jamia?"
"She went to check supper Sir."
"Ah, very good. You can stand up now, we are not going into my room yet."
Gerard rose and stepped back as Frank walked into the hall and closed the bedroom door. He led Gerard down the hall to the last door. The door had a carving on it. Gerard leaned in a bit and saw that it was a heart in chains. How had he not noticed this before living here for a year. Frank removed a ring of keys from his belt and twirled them around before finding the right key. He placed the key in the lock and opened the door. He stepped aside and bade Gerard enter. Gerard looked at Frank, but his expression did not betray his inner thoughts. Gerard stepped inside and before he realized it the door was closed behind him and locked!
"F-F-Frank?!"
Gerard forgot to call him sir or that he was not allowed to speak. He turned around and pounded on the door. He tried the handle, but all it did was jiggle. He was locked in and there was nothing he could do about it.
Gerard stood in the dark for an unknown amount of time. He waited to see if Frank was coming back, but after a while he realized that this was not so. There was no light in the room at all so Gerard worked his way from the door to the wall and then slowly around the room looking for a table with a lamp on it. As he felt the walls he realized they were made of stone and that they were damp. He wondered how this was possible inside the house. Perhaps there was a leak somewhere? Gerard continued his way around, but still nothing other than the wetness against the wall. He had walked the length of one wall and made it to a corner with still nothing to find when he thought that he heard something. There was a brief glimpse of a shadow on the wall, as if light had entered the room, but then it was gone.
"H-H-Hello? Is s-s-someone there?"
Gerard waited for an answer, but none came. He squinted into the dark, but his eyes betrayed nothing to him. He thought about crossing into the middle of the room, but he did not know what was there and the wall at least provided a safety. Still with no explanation, Gerard continued to follow the wall. He kept stopping as he thought that he heard breathing, but it was so faint he figured it was his own. Another few feet, he found an indent in the wall. He moved into it and jumped when he touched something cold that was moving. It made a sound of metal hitting metal and it sent a shiver down his spine. He ran his hands along the metal object and realized that they were chains attached to the wall. He followed them down and found circular openings at the end. Gerard gasped and dropped them abruptly. They hit the wall and echoed throughout the chamber as a loud cacophony. Gerard covered his ears as he fell to his knees and cried out in pain from the noise. He stayed on the floor huddling, curled up in a ball, afraid to move. Tears started to pour from his eyes again, he wanted Jamia, he wanted light, he wanted to not be alone in this strange room…unfortunately he got what he wanted.
***Jamia***
When Jamia returned from the kitchen, she noticed that Frank's bedroom door was open. She walked up to the door and looked in the room, but saw no one. She tentatively walked into the room looking for Gerard or Frank. She was worried about leaving Gerard alone, but she still had duties to perform as a servant regardless of her promise to keep him safe. She stepped further in the room, still being cautious. There was very little light in the room since the lamps were still dimmed. Suddenly the door slammed shut and she turned around to see Frank.
"Where were you?"
Jamia saw him smiling when he asked the question, but his eyes were cold.
"I was checking on supper Sir. I was making sure that the food was to your liking and specifications. "
"Ah, I see."
Still nothing to betray how Frank was feeling other than his eyes. Jamia casually glanced around the room to see if Gerard was in any corner.
"Sir, where is the Master?"
Frank smiled wider
"She is not here…
Jamia swallowed hard and took a step back as Frank advanced on her
"but you are."
Frank continued to advance on Jamia until she was trapped between him and the bed. The whole time he was walking towards her he kept his hands behind his back. He had waited for her return with a surprise. When she hit the bed, she gasped out and sat down. Frank was on her quickly forcing a rope into her mouth and tying it around the back of her head. Before she could react he flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her hands behind her and expertly wound a rope around both arms until she was completely secure and helpless. Frank yanked her off the bed and forced her to her knees. Jamia was sobbing uncontrollably and trying to speak through the gag that was now cutting into the sides of her mouth. Frank walked in front of her.
"Look at me!"
Jamia kept her head down and continued to cry. This pissed off Frank and he forced her head up and back-handed her hard enough to draw blood.
"When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it! Is this understood?!"
Jamia nodded and turned her eyes up to Frank. She could see the excitement in his honey colored eyes. His gaze kept traveling to her now bleeding mouth. He swiped a finger through the blood and brought it to his mouth. He smiled at her with the blood on his teeth. He took another rope and ran it through the ring on her collar. He tied it tight and pulled on it till she rose up.
"Now shall we go and find Gerard together?"
***Frank***
Frank dragged her out of the room and down the hall to the door with the heart in chains on it. He pulled the rope hard so that she fell against him. He grabbed the rope tight and stared at her straight in the eyes.
"If you make one noise, I will kill you."
Jamia nodded and Frank quietly placed the key in the lock and opened the door. It was pitch black inside. He pulled her inside quickly and closed the door quietly.
"H-H-Hello? Is s-s-someone there?"
Frank heard the quiver in Gerard's voice and smiled. Frank knew exactly the layout of the room so he was able to navigate in the black with no problem. He made his way to the middle of the room and sat down in the plush chair. He tugged Jamia to the floor facing him and just focused on where Gerard's voice had come from. He knew it would not be long until he found the chains. He got comfortable in the chair and undid his belt. He knew even without light Jamia knew what he was doing from the sound of the metal and rustling of cloth. She stiffened at first and then he felt her straighten up. ‘Good girl.' He thought. She was learning well. He began to stroke himself imagining the fear in Gerard's eyes as he was still slowly making his way around the room. Something about Gerard's eyes showed off the innocence that his body contained, but there was also something else that Frank saw. Something dark that told him Gerard not only needed to be controlled, but wanted it more than he could ever comprehend. He started to jerk off faster now. The silent sound of skin on skin, the only other noise along with his heavy breathing was Jamia's. He knew that she was getting excited knowing what was to be the outcome of this delicious pleasure that he was giving himself. He thought of Gerard looking into the mirror studying his clothing and hair, making sure that he looked perfect for Frank. Frank let out a low moan, but it was drowned out by the sound of Gerard finding the chains. He was so close now. His final fall was when Gerard dropped the chains and they hit the wall with a loud clang. The clang muffled his cry and he came striping Jamia's face and his hand with cum. He rubbed his cock all over her face still shuddering from his orgasm. Jamia leaned in and even with the rope gag she tried to take in the warm liquid like it was the water of life. Frank slumped back into the chair his cock still hanging out dried cum on it. He leaned down to Jamia's ear and whispered that she did very well. Jamia leaned into his touch and sighed. Frank chuckled darkly at this.
"Now that the appetizer finished, shall we move onto the main course?"
With the noise of the chains calming down, Frank could hear Gerard sobbing at the end of the room. He slowly reached out to the lamp by the chair and lifted the glass. He lit the flame and turned it up slowly.
***Gerard***
Gerard was still huddled on the floor when a light slowly began to seep in through the lids of his tightly shut eyes. He opened them slowly as the room began to illuminate. The first thing he noticed was that room was indeed made of stone as well as the floor. The second thing he saw was Jamia on the floor in the center. She was on her knees with her back to him. Her arms were bound intricately with rope. Her head was tipped back and a hand was stroking her neck. He looked up further and saw that Frank was sitting in the middle of the room on a plush chair. He had one of his smirks plastered to his face deep with satisfaction. At first Gerard could not see why and then he realized that Frank's trousers were open and that his cock was hanging out. It was soft, but still there exposed to the air. Gerard blushed and looked away. He could not believe how blatant Frank was being. A true gentleman like Robert would never expose himself like that to a woman or a man. He should have known better, Frank was no gentleman by the way he acts towards both Robert or himself. Still, is indecency something so acceptable to Frank? Awkwardly, along with the blush on his face, Gerard noticed that his body was responding as well to the sight of Frank and Jamia. He was half hard and getting increasingly more as he played the scene before him in his mind on repeat. He was so angry that his body was betraying him when his mind knew that he was disgusted by the sight…wasn't it? Wasn't he bothered by Frank displaying himself with no shame? He took a chance and looked back up at Frank. He was still a distance away so Gerard assumed that Frank did not have a good idea where he was looking. He focused his sight on Frank, still keeping his head pointed down. He noticed that Frank was sweating and his breathing was slightly heavy. He figured that Frank had gotten off not to long before he turned the lamp on. The sound of Gerard's sobbing probably drowned out the sound of it. Suddenly he had an image of Frank's face, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy, and head back as he pumped himself. Gerard starting breathing a little heavy also and he felt his cock stir beneath the skirt. He palmed it a bit trying to keep it down. This only caused the feeling to increase as the fabric rubbed against the shaft. He bit his lip and stifled a moan from escaping. He worried that Frank was looking at him, but his focus seem to still be on Jamia. He wondered what Jamia's face looked like. Had she been forced to suck him off like in the bedroom that first night or did she do it willingly? Did he force her to swallow or did she like to? All these thoughts were running through Gerard's head and he slowly moved his hand under the skirt and into the soft undergarment. He sighed as he gripped himself tightly and carefully began to stroke himself. He imagined that it was himself on the ground in front of Frank with his arms bound behind his back. The thought of the ropes kind of turned him on even more. He began to quicken his pace all the while trying to maintain the crouched position that he was first spotted in. He did not want to give away what he was doing. He was ashamed of it, but at the same time he knew that he could not stop. He tried to keep his movement minimal, but it was getting more difficult the closer he got, and he was so close now. He took his eyes off Frank and closed them concentrating on himself. He was now so focused on himself that he forgot where he was or who was there. Just his imagination peppered with images of Frank and him. The last thought was Frank leaning in to kiss him hard, like he had wished Robert had done, and he was cumming hard into the silk undergarment. He was panting hard when he heard a chuckle too close to be coming from the middle of the room. A shadow had fallen over him blocking the lamp light. Gerard slowly brought his gaze up and looked at Frank standing over him with the same smirk. Gerard gingerly removed his hand from under the skirt. He saw Frank's eyes fill with lust when he showed that his hand was covered in cum rapidly cooling in the air. Gerard quickly looked away and Frank grabbed his face and turned it back to him. Gerard was trapped by the look in Frank's eyes. Frank was saying something to him, but Gerard did not hear him because he suddenly fainted.
***Frank***
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. Gerard 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 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 touching 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 a 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.
"Thanks for the preview Gerard, but you forgot to ask permission to cum."
Frank was not sure if Gerard had heard him or not because his face went pale and he fainted. His skirt had flown up and Frank got a quick glimpse of Gerard's cock and he smiled dangerously. He gathered Gerard up into his arms and carried him to the center of the room where Jamia was. Jamia was still facing the chair, but had dropped her head to her chest.
"Jamia."
Jamia immediately responded and sat straight up.
"Turn around."
Jamia obeyed and shuffled her legs until she was facing toward Frank and Gerard. Her eyes widen at the sight of Frank carrying Gerard.
"He just fainted when he saw me."
Jamia nodded and relaxed visibly. She watched as Frank placed Gerard on the ground on the side of the chair. Frank took the chains that were attached to the floor and closed them around Gerard's wrists. He took the ball gag out of his pocket and went to place it into his mouth. He stopped though when he felt the softness of Gerard's lips and he pressed his to them. The kiss was only one-sided of course, but Frank pushed all of his lust for Gerard into it and bruised Gerard's lips in the process. He pulled away and pushed the ball gag in. He closed the strap tightly to the back of his head. He left Gerard on the floor. He hauled Jamia off of the floor and planted her next to Gerard. He put a chained collar around her neck and the weight caused Jamia to lose her balance and fall face first to the ground. Frank gave her a stern look and she picked herself up and shifted her legs more open so she could remain balanced even with her hands bound. He nodded with approval.
"You will stay here and wait for Gerard to wake up."
Without another word he turned away from them and opened the door to the room. Frank walked out and left Jamia alone with Gerard still passed out. He made his way to the bedroom to change for supper. He figured that Gerard would be passed out for a while and that he would not be attending with Robert and himself. He relished in Robert's concern for his whereabouts, but Frank would say nothing. He would make pleasant conversation about the weather and everybody's health, but would give no clues at all wanting to watch Robert twist in the wind with worry. This was going to be a most delicious supper with dessert waiting for him when he returned.
Author: momiji_neyuki
Pairings: Gerard/Bert, Gerard/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Bloodplay, Bondage, D/s, Humiliation, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Kinbaku, Collars, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Facials, Torture, Sick and Twisted Fluff, Implied Mprg.
Summary: We are not as alone in the dark as we think we are.
Disclaimer: They are a band and they will always be a band to me, there fore I cannot and do not own them.
Author’s Note: Sorry this chapter took so long. I was confused as to where I wanted to go with it. I knew in my mind the layout, but I could not formulate the words. I have two scenes from two different points of view, Gerard's and Frank's, and one from Jamia's. I hope I made it easy to tell them apart. Kudos are always appreciated, but comments are what I love the most. Hearing your opinions and voice on what is happening and even guessing what is going to happen next.
Beta'd by my amazing friend Trixgrl from AO3. ^-^
A Visitor In The Storm
The Contest
The Antici......pation
An Unsure Ally
Taste The Soup
A Frank Remembrance
***Gerard***
Gerard stood in front of Frank's bedroom door. He was not sure if he should be kneeling like before, but he was not given a command so he thought it better to wait. It occurred to him briefly how he was already obeying Frank after only a few hours. There was something about being told to do something that was a little exciting, but he still feared whatever Frank had in store for him. Jamia had left to check supper in the kitchen so Gerard would be alone with Frank again. This made him very nervous. At the last-minute he changed his mind and decided to kneel before he knocked. He dropped to his knees, took a deep breath in and knocked quietly. Within seconds Frank opened the door and looked down at Gerard. He smiled and Gerard had decided he made the right decision.
"Where is Jamia?"
"She went to check supper Sir."
"Ah, very good. You can stand up now, we are not going into my room yet."
Gerard rose and stepped back as Frank walked into the hall and closed the bedroom door. He led Gerard down the hall to the last door. The door had a carving on it. Gerard leaned in a bit and saw that it was a heart in chains. How had he not noticed this before living here for a year. Frank removed a ring of keys from his belt and twirled them around before finding the right key. He placed the key in the lock and opened the door. He stepped aside and bade Gerard enter. Gerard looked at Frank, but his expression did not betray his inner thoughts. Gerard stepped inside and before he realized it the door was closed behind him and locked!
"F-F-Frank?!"
Gerard forgot to call him sir or that he was not allowed to speak. He turned around and pounded on the door. He tried the handle, but all it did was jiggle. He was locked in and there was nothing he could do about it.
Gerard stood in the dark for an unknown amount of time. He waited to see if Frank was coming back, but after a while he realized that this was not so. There was no light in the room at all so Gerard worked his way from the door to the wall and then slowly around the room looking for a table with a lamp on it. As he felt the walls he realized they were made of stone and that they were damp. He wondered how this was possible inside the house. Perhaps there was a leak somewhere? Gerard continued his way around, but still nothing other than the wetness against the wall. He had walked the length of one wall and made it to a corner with still nothing to find when he thought that he heard something. There was a brief glimpse of a shadow on the wall, as if light had entered the room, but then it was gone.
"H-H-Hello? Is s-s-someone there?"
Gerard waited for an answer, but none came. He squinted into the dark, but his eyes betrayed nothing to him. He thought about crossing into the middle of the room, but he did not know what was there and the wall at least provided a safety. Still with no explanation, Gerard continued to follow the wall. He kept stopping as he thought that he heard breathing, but it was so faint he figured it was his own. Another few feet, he found an indent in the wall. He moved into it and jumped when he touched something cold that was moving. It made a sound of metal hitting metal and it sent a shiver down his spine. He ran his hands along the metal object and realized that they were chains attached to the wall. He followed them down and found circular openings at the end. Gerard gasped and dropped them abruptly. They hit the wall and echoed throughout the chamber as a loud cacophony. Gerard covered his ears as he fell to his knees and cried out in pain from the noise. He stayed on the floor huddling, curled up in a ball, afraid to move. Tears started to pour from his eyes again, he wanted Jamia, he wanted light, he wanted to not be alone in this strange room…unfortunately he got what he wanted.
***Jamia***
When Jamia returned from the kitchen, she noticed that Frank's bedroom door was open. She walked up to the door and looked in the room, but saw no one. She tentatively walked into the room looking for Gerard or Frank. She was worried about leaving Gerard alone, but she still had duties to perform as a servant regardless of her promise to keep him safe. She stepped further in the room, still being cautious. There was very little light in the room since the lamps were still dimmed. Suddenly the door slammed shut and she turned around to see Frank.
"Where were you?"
Jamia saw him smiling when he asked the question, but his eyes were cold.
"I was checking on supper Sir. I was making sure that the food was to your liking and specifications. "
"Ah, I see."
Still nothing to betray how Frank was feeling other than his eyes. Jamia casually glanced around the room to see if Gerard was in any corner.
"Sir, where is the Master?"
Frank smiled wider
"She is not here…
Jamia swallowed hard and took a step back as Frank advanced on her
"but you are."
Frank continued to advance on Jamia until she was trapped between him and the bed. The whole time he was walking towards her he kept his hands behind his back. He had waited for her return with a surprise. When she hit the bed, she gasped out and sat down. Frank was on her quickly forcing a rope into her mouth and tying it around the back of her head. Before she could react he flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her hands behind her and expertly wound a rope around both arms until she was completely secure and helpless. Frank yanked her off the bed and forced her to her knees. Jamia was sobbing uncontrollably and trying to speak through the gag that was now cutting into the sides of her mouth. Frank walked in front of her.
"Look at me!"
Jamia kept her head down and continued to cry. This pissed off Frank and he forced her head up and back-handed her hard enough to draw blood.
"When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it! Is this understood?!"
Jamia nodded and turned her eyes up to Frank. She could see the excitement in his honey colored eyes. His gaze kept traveling to her now bleeding mouth. He swiped a finger through the blood and brought it to his mouth. He smiled at her with the blood on his teeth. He took another rope and ran it through the ring on her collar. He tied it tight and pulled on it till she rose up.
"Now shall we go and find Gerard together?"
***Frank***
Frank dragged her out of the room and down the hall to the door with the heart in chains on it. He pulled the rope hard so that she fell against him. He grabbed the rope tight and stared at her straight in the eyes.
"If you make one noise, I will kill you."
Jamia nodded and Frank quietly placed the key in the lock and opened the door. It was pitch black inside. He pulled her inside quickly and closed the door quietly.
"H-H-Hello? Is s-s-someone there?"
Frank heard the quiver in Gerard's voice and smiled. Frank knew exactly the layout of the room so he was able to navigate in the black with no problem. He made his way to the middle of the room and sat down in the plush chair. He tugged Jamia to the floor facing him and just focused on where Gerard's voice had come from. He knew it would not be long until he found the chains. He got comfortable in the chair and undid his belt. He knew even without light Jamia knew what he was doing from the sound of the metal and rustling of cloth. She stiffened at first and then he felt her straighten up. ‘Good girl.' He thought. She was learning well. He began to stroke himself imagining the fear in Gerard's eyes as he was still slowly making his way around the room. Something about Gerard's eyes showed off the innocence that his body contained, but there was also something else that Frank saw. Something dark that told him Gerard not only needed to be controlled, but wanted it more than he could ever comprehend. He started to jerk off faster now. The silent sound of skin on skin, the only other noise along with his heavy breathing was Jamia's. He knew that she was getting excited knowing what was to be the outcome of this delicious pleasure that he was giving himself. He thought of Gerard looking into the mirror studying his clothing and hair, making sure that he looked perfect for Frank. Frank let out a low moan, but it was drowned out by the sound of Gerard finding the chains. He was so close now. His final fall was when Gerard dropped the chains and they hit the wall with a loud clang. The clang muffled his cry and he came striping Jamia's face and his hand with cum. He rubbed his cock all over her face still shuddering from his orgasm. Jamia leaned in and even with the rope gag she tried to take in the warm liquid like it was the water of life. Frank slumped back into the chair his cock still hanging out dried cum on it. He leaned down to Jamia's ear and whispered that she did very well. Jamia leaned into his touch and sighed. Frank chuckled darkly at this.
"Now that the appetizer finished, shall we move onto the main course?"
With the noise of the chains calming down, Frank could hear Gerard sobbing at the end of the room. He slowly reached out to the lamp by the chair and lifted the glass. He lit the flame and turned it up slowly.
***Gerard***
Gerard was still huddled on the floor when a light slowly began to seep in through the lids of his tightly shut eyes. He opened them slowly as the room began to illuminate. The first thing he noticed was that room was indeed made of stone as well as the floor. The second thing he saw was Jamia on the floor in the center. She was on her knees with her back to him. Her arms were bound intricately with rope. Her head was tipped back and a hand was stroking her neck. He looked up further and saw that Frank was sitting in the middle of the room on a plush chair. He had one of his smirks plastered to his face deep with satisfaction. At first Gerard could not see why and then he realized that Frank's trousers were open and that his cock was hanging out. It was soft, but still there exposed to the air. Gerard blushed and looked away. He could not believe how blatant Frank was being. A true gentleman like Robert would never expose himself like that to a woman or a man. He should have known better, Frank was no gentleman by the way he acts towards both Robert or himself. Still, is indecency something so acceptable to Frank? Awkwardly, along with the blush on his face, Gerard noticed that his body was responding as well to the sight of Frank and Jamia. He was half hard and getting increasingly more as he played the scene before him in his mind on repeat. He was so angry that his body was betraying him when his mind knew that he was disgusted by the sight…wasn't it? Wasn't he bothered by Frank displaying himself with no shame? He took a chance and looked back up at Frank. He was still a distance away so Gerard assumed that Frank did not have a good idea where he was looking. He focused his sight on Frank, still keeping his head pointed down. He noticed that Frank was sweating and his breathing was slightly heavy. He figured that Frank had gotten off not to long before he turned the lamp on. The sound of Gerard's sobbing probably drowned out the sound of it. Suddenly he had an image of Frank's face, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy, and head back as he pumped himself. Gerard starting breathing a little heavy also and he felt his cock stir beneath the skirt. He palmed it a bit trying to keep it down. This only caused the feeling to increase as the fabric rubbed against the shaft. He bit his lip and stifled a moan from escaping. He worried that Frank was looking at him, but his focus seem to still be on Jamia. He wondered what Jamia's face looked like. Had she been forced to suck him off like in the bedroom that first night or did she do it willingly? Did he force her to swallow or did she like to? All these thoughts were running through Gerard's head and he slowly moved his hand under the skirt and into the soft undergarment. He sighed as he gripped himself tightly and carefully began to stroke himself. He imagined that it was himself on the ground in front of Frank with his arms bound behind his back. The thought of the ropes kind of turned him on even more. He began to quicken his pace all the while trying to maintain the crouched position that he was first spotted in. He did not want to give away what he was doing. He was ashamed of it, but at the same time he knew that he could not stop. He tried to keep his movement minimal, but it was getting more difficult the closer he got, and he was so close now. He took his eyes off Frank and closed them concentrating on himself. He was now so focused on himself that he forgot where he was or who was there. Just his imagination peppered with images of Frank and him. The last thought was Frank leaning in to kiss him hard, like he had wished Robert had done, and he was cumming hard into the silk undergarment. He was panting hard when he heard a chuckle too close to be coming from the middle of the room. A shadow had fallen over him blocking the lamp light. Gerard slowly brought his gaze up and looked at Frank standing over him with the same smirk. Gerard gingerly removed his hand from under the skirt. He saw Frank's eyes fill with lust when he showed that his hand was covered in cum rapidly cooling in the air. Gerard quickly looked away and Frank grabbed his face and turned it back to him. Gerard was trapped by the look in Frank's eyes. Frank was saying something to him, but Gerard did not hear him because he suddenly fainted.
***Frank***
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. Gerard 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 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 touching 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 a 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.
"Thanks for the preview Gerard, but you forgot to ask permission to cum."
Frank was not sure if Gerard had heard him or not because his face went pale and he fainted. His skirt had flown up and Frank got a quick glimpse of Gerard's cock and he smiled dangerously. He gathered Gerard up into his arms and carried him to the center of the room where Jamia was. Jamia was still facing the chair, but had dropped her head to her chest.
"Jamia."
Jamia immediately responded and sat straight up.
"Turn around."
Jamia obeyed and shuffled her legs until she was facing toward Frank and Gerard. Her eyes widen at the sight of Frank carrying Gerard.
"He just fainted when he saw me."
Jamia nodded and relaxed visibly. She watched as Frank placed Gerard on the ground on the side of the chair. Frank took the chains that were attached to the floor and closed them around Gerard's wrists. He took the ball gag out of his pocket and went to place it into his mouth. He stopped though when he felt the softness of Gerard's lips and he pressed his to them. The kiss was only one-sided of course, but Frank pushed all of his lust for Gerard into it and bruised Gerard's lips in the process. He pulled away and pushed the ball gag in. He closed the strap tightly to the back of his head. He left Gerard on the floor. He hauled Jamia off of the floor and planted her next to Gerard. He put a chained collar around her neck and the weight caused Jamia to lose her balance and fall face first to the ground. Frank gave her a stern look and she picked herself up and shifted her legs more open so she could remain balanced even with her hands bound. He nodded with approval.
"You will stay here and wait for Gerard to wake up."
Without another word he turned away from them and opened the door to the room. Frank walked out and left Jamia alone with Gerard still passed out. He made his way to the bedroom to change for supper. He figured that Gerard would be passed out for a while and that he would not be attending with Robert and himself. He relished in Robert's concern for his whereabouts, but Frank would say nothing. He would make pleasant conversation about the weather and everybody's health, but would give no clues at all wanting to watch Robert twist in the wind with worry. This was going to be a most delicious supper with dessert waiting for him when he returned.