I Saw Red
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: Will Gerard and Frank make it to dinner?
Disclaimer: They are a band and they will always be a band to me, therefore I cannot and do not own them.
Author’s Note: As a recreational writer I consider myself an artist of sorts. I am sure that those who paint or draw have experienced when the art takes over and goes in a direction that they were not heading in, but come out beautiful just the same. That is what happened with this chapter. I did not understand it at first, but I did not question it either. The only thing I wanted to control was the end and I think I managed that well enough.
Thank you so much for the kudos and please keep the comments coming too. I am having so much fun reading and answering them back and I will always answer back. ^-^
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
A Hard Surprise
It's Supper Time
I Know a Thing About Contrition"
Red Sky In Morning
Play Time
No Other Words
A Day of Rest
Back To Normal?
Smoke and a Conversation
***Gerard***
”Master Way, Master Way,”
Gerard was in the middle of a peaceful dream when he started to shake, well not shake in a bad way, it was gentle and slowly he realized it was external. He opened his eyes and saw Peter looking slightly concerned. He smiled at Peter and stretched a bit. Peter straightened up and smiled back,
”Master Way, welcome back from your slumber, it is nearly time for dinner. You may want to freshen up a bit from your walk with Master Iero.”
Gerard nodded in agreement and left the library and headed to his room. Once there he splashed some clean water on his face and felt a little stubble, he would have to shave tonight. He did not have to often, but once in a while it would creep up on him. Gerard went into the dressing room for something less formal for dinner. He remembered the cobbler he asked to be made by Jimmy and his mouth started to water a bit. Then he remembered what happened with Frank in the garden and his heart sank. Why didn’t he stop him? It is not even his three days? Is he in breach of the contract? Should he say something?
All these thoughts run through Gerard’s head. He touches his pants and, although they are dry, he can feel the crust of the cum on them. He strips them off along with his undergarment. He can see the stain setting in and he pours water onto the area on each piece of clothing. He sets them near the fire to dry. Gerard removes his shirt and wraps his dressing gown around himself while he finds something else to wear, when there is a knock on the door. Gerard ties the sash around the gown and crosses to the door. He opens it and is surprised to see Frank. Frank’s smiling at first, but it falters as he looks at Gerard and sees what he is wearing.
”Hey Gerard, I was going to see if you were ready for dinner and accompany you since Robert still isn’t home yet.”
Gerard looks at Frank, but like the stroll it seems to be a genuine gesture. Gerard quickly decides what to say next, but it comes out as…
”Oh thanks Frank, I’m not ready yet, but you can wait if you want.”
’What the fuck?’ Gerard thought, as he stepped aside and let Frank walk into the room. HIS ROOM! Gerard hardly lets Robert in here and he is opening up to Frank completely. He must have lost his mind over the past three days. That could be the only explanation for what he was doing. He offered Frank a chair, but Frank opted to sit on the edge of the bed claiming that Gerard needed the seat to finish dressing. Gerard acquiesced and told Frank he would be done momentarily. He sat down at the dressing table with his back to Frank. He took the pins out of his hair from earlier and brushed it out removing the knots that Frank had caused earlier that day. Frank was just to the side of the mirrors position and he still smiled while he watched Gerard. Gerard finished brushing and reset the hair to look right. He picked up the charcoal and smudged some under his eyes. This made them stand out more. Once this was done he lined his lips a bit and then checked his handy work in the mirror. Gerard rose and turned to Frank. Frank was staring at Gerard with amusement.
”I just have to get dressed now and then I will be done. Are you sure you want to wait for me?”
Frank just chuckled.
”Baby, I have all the time in the world to wait for you.”
He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. Gerard could not help, but laugh at this display of blatant crowing. It was like when the birds vie for the attention of him when he is tossing crumbs. Before Gerard realized what he was doing, he leaned in a kissed Frank on the cheek. Frank seemed to be stunned and he raised a hand to touch his face. Gerard held his composure and he headed into the dressing room.
***Frank***
’What the fuck was that!?’ Frank stood and watched Gerard walk into his dressing room. Frank’s hand was still on his cheek. Gerard walked by one of the lamps in his room and a silhouette was cast by the light of his body under his gown. Gerard was oblivious of Frank watching the curve of his waist and his ass as he swayed unconsciously. Frank had observed this when he was walking with Gerard earlier. It was the air of confidence that he possessed and it is what Frank wanted to break the most. It was what caused him to lose control and hurt Gerard more then he should have. Not that he did not enjoy it, it was the best blood play he had experienced in years, but he knew he had gone too far and had almost no desire to stop. He cannot even remember what caused him to. All he knew was the feel of Gerard helpless before him writhing in agony and begging him to stop. It was music to his ears and hot blood to his cock. Even now he could feel the blood rushing as he relived the screams in his mind. Frank let out a low growl in his throat. He wanted to rush Gerard and knock him down. Flip him over and rip open his gown and expose him. He wanted to use the sash to tie him to the chair and use if in any way he wanted to. Frank started to pant visibly. He was actually shaking. He started to lick his lips, which were now dry and his cock was painfully hard and straining against the cloth. Gerard chose that exact moment to emerge from the dressing room. He closed the door and locked it. He extinguished the lamp near the door and started back to Frank. He watched as Gerard looked at Frank and his smile faltered. He stopped and studied him for a second. Frank knew that he was shaking and he saw the concern grow in Gerard’s eyes. Gerard was to him in three strides. He touched Frank’s cheek and pulled back quickly as he felt the flesh burning up.
”Frank! Frankie! Are you alright? What is wrong, you are shaking and burning to the touch! Please talk to me!”
Frank tried to answer Gerard, but he could feel his tongue swelling up in his mouth. Never had a memory affected him so much let alone a person for that matter. Frank started to have trouble breathing and the strain of his cock was not matching the strain of his pants.
”C-C-Can’t b-b-breathe…”
Gerard panicked now and Frank saw his eyes drift to the drape that would call Mr. Wentz in to aid him. Then he looked back at Frank and he could tell that Gerard was trying to quickly process what he should do. Frank saw something flash quickly in Gerard’s eyes and he grabbed the front of Frank’s shirt and ripped it open. Frank gasped in surprise as Gerard stepped back and looked at him. Frank looked down at his chest and saw that his skin was bright red. This could not be good at all. He still could not breathe properly. Suddenly Gerard was on his knees in front of Frank and he was ripping open his pants. The redness had continued down his legs and was still hot to the touch. Frank looked at Gerard and wondered what he could be thinking. Meanwhile the scene in Frank’s head was increasing in magnitude. He could hear Gerard’s screams as if he was right in front of him. He could feel the blood running through his hands slick and warm. He lifted his hand up and swore that he could see it.
”I see red.”
”Frank?”
”I see red Gee, and it is so warm.”
Gerard moved his gaze from Frank and he followed what he thought Frank was looking at. Frank vaguely saw the tub, still full from the early morning, which Gerard used to clean up from his painting. Gerard rose in front of Frank and walked over to it. He picked up the pitcher used to fill the basin and he gathered water in it. Frank watched in a haze of red as Gerard walked back to him. That was the last thing that Frank saw because the next moment the red was gone and he was soaked.
”What the fuck Gerard?! Why the fuck did you just try to drown me?!”
Frank was sputtering from the perfumed water that Gerard just unceremoniously threw on him. He pushed Gerard hard and he lost his balance and fell to the floor. The pitcher hit the ground, but did not break, and tumbled away. Frank was growling now loudly. He leaped onto Gerard and pinned him down by his wrists. He stared at him pissed off dripping water and, 'what was this shit', oil down onto Gerard’s chest. Gerard lay there petrified and tried to rattle of an explanation.
”F-F-Frank, you were n-n-not responding and your skin w-w-was all red and hot. I th-thought cooling you down would w-w-w-work.”
”And this was your fucking brilliant idea? To throw your disgusting bath water at me?!”
”I-I-It was all I had, either th-that or pick you u-u-up and throw y-y-you in”
Frank growled more at the thought of Gerard man handling him. He could see the logic in it, but he was not going to let Gerard know that.
”Well now thanks to your fucking stupid idea, my clothes are ripped and I smell like, what the fuck is this stuff anyway?”
”Oil made from Pansies in the garden.”
Gerard was calming down now and starting to talk normal, rational, logical, and Frank was not having it. As he pushed Gerard further into the ground he noticed that Gerard just realized that Frank was practically naked on top of him and with a still half hard cock. Frank also noticed that he was sitting right over top of Gerard’s groin and that he could feel his own cock twitching against the pressure of his body. He smirked down at Gerard and watched as Gerard’s eyes widened filling up with fear again. Frank ground down hard against Gerard and elicited a groan from him.
”Gee Gerard, if you wanted me, you didn’t have to go through all this, all you had to do was ask.”
Gerard looked at Frank now and a fire lit in his eyes. Frank was surprised at this. Gerard was actually pissed at him. Frank kept up his smirk and watched as Gerard got more angry at his comment.
”Fuck, really Frank!? I was fucking concerned about you! You said you couldn’t fucking breathe! I was trying to help you, you stupid son of a bitch!”
This set Frank off. No one called him fucking names like that! He pulled a hand off of Gerard’s wrist and slapped him hard in the face. Gerard jerked and brought the released hand to his cheek. Frank quickly back handed the other side and then repeated the first slap.
”YOU FUCKING BITCH! DO NOT EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I AM YOUR FUCKING MASTER AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME OR I WILL SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF PAIN!”
Frank grabbed Gerard by the hair and lifter him up. He dragged him to the bed with Gerard kicking and screaming and threw him on the bed. Gerard tried to get off the other side, but Frank was too quick and he grabbed the back of Gerard’s shirt and ripped it with the momentum of pulling him back. Frank scrambled on top of Gerard again and pulled his boot knife out. He sliced the front of Gerard’s shirt and threw it to the side. He held it under Gerard’s chin and Gerard stopped moving and just quivered as the blade was grazed down his neck and chest and stopped over his heart. Frank stood the knife on point and held it in place. He twirled it and added some pressure. A small bead of blood welled up under it and ran down Gerard’s right side. Gerard just whimpered. Frank spoke with patience and a calm voice.
”Now Gee, perhaps you have forgotten the lessons that I taught you these last three days. Do you need a quick refresher? I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna ask you three questions and if you answer them correctly I will let you go, but each wrong answer there will be a punishment okay?”
Frank watched as Gerard sobbed and slowly nodded.
”Good. First question; what is my name?”
Frank listened as Gerard said, ‘Frank’. He smiled at him and began to push the knife in further. More blood pooled and Gerard started to scream again. Frank lifted the point to his neck in a warning to shut him up. Gerard obeyed and stifled his voice.
”Well that was a wrong answer, shall we try again? What is my name?”
”S-S-S-S-S-Sir.””Or?”
”M-M-M-Master.”
”Very good, now hold still and don’t move.”
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.”
Frank placed the knife back in the gash over Gerard’s heart and held it in his fist to prove that he was not joking. Gerard was silent now except for his breathing, which was growing heavy. Frank also noticed that Gerard was semi hard and this pleased him to no end.
”Alright Gee, here we go; what do I call you?”
Frank studied Gerard as he processed the question and carefully came up with what he thought was the right answer. Frank held the knife, not wavering, in the same place and waited for Gerard to speak. As he watched Gerard opened his mouth to speak, a letter forming on his lips, Frank lowered the blade down to make contact with the broken skin. Instead of speaking though, Gerard closed his mouth and looked at Frank. He stared at Frank with water in his eyes and running down his cheeks. With slow deliberate movement he started to shift and push up on his elbows. Frank still held the knife, but allowed the movement, curious to see what he was doing. Gerard kept shifting till he was sitting up, all the while not breaking eye contact with Frank. Keeping the knife pointed at his heart Frank rose up on his knees and allowed Gerard to pull his legs out from beneath him. Gerard rose up on his own knees and pressed towards Frank unmindful of the knife pushing slightly into his chest. He draped both arms over Frank’s shoulders and pressed in even further. The knife point was now slightly embedded in the open wound and Frank could see Gerard swallowing the pain. His cock twitched at this thought and began to harden again. Gerard leaned over to brush his lips against Frank’s ear and whispered.
”Yours”
Frank let go of the knife and as Gerard straightened up again it dropped out of his chest and onto the bed. Gerard looked at Frank and Frank nodded. It was with that small gesture that Gerard crashed his lips into Frank’s and brought their chests flush against each other. Frank brought his arms around Gerard’s waist and pulled them even closer. Gerard’s lips were warm and soft as they moved against his. He prodded at them with his tongue and was granted access into Gerard’s warm mouth. This allowed a moan to escape Gerard’s throat and made Frank tighten his grip even further. He brought a hand up to run through Gerard’s hair and grabbed a fist full. He disconnected the kiss and pushed Gerard’s head aside and latched onto the side of his neck. He bit and licked his way up to Gerard’s ear and bit the lobe hard. With nothing trapping it, the noise from Gerard sounded wanton and desperate. He licked the shell and felt Gerard shake and grow rock hard against him. Frank pulled away from Gerard and looked at him. He was flush and his chest was red from a mix of his lust and the blood. Frank ran a hand down the chest then brought the hand to Gerard’s face. He stroked his cheek, leaving a bloody hand print in its wake.
”Mine Gee, you are mine, do not ever fucking forget it again.”
”Yes Master, I promise I will not.”
Frank smiled at this answer. This was turning out to be a better fucking day than he ever imagined it would be.
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: Will Gerard and Frank make it to dinner?
Disclaimer: They are a band and they will always be a band to me, therefore I cannot and do not own them.
Author’s Note: As a recreational writer I consider myself an artist of sorts. I am sure that those who paint or draw have experienced when the art takes over and goes in a direction that they were not heading in, but come out beautiful just the same. That is what happened with this chapter. I did not understand it at first, but I did not question it either. The only thing I wanted to control was the end and I think I managed that well enough.
Thank you so much for the kudos and please keep the comments coming too. I am having so much fun reading and answering them back and I will always answer back. ^-^
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
A Hard Surprise
It's Supper Time
I Know a Thing About Contrition"
Red Sky In Morning
Play Time
No Other Words
A Day of Rest
Back To Normal?
Smoke and a Conversation
***Gerard***
”Master Way, Master Way,”
Gerard was in the middle of a peaceful dream when he started to shake, well not shake in a bad way, it was gentle and slowly he realized it was external. He opened his eyes and saw Peter looking slightly concerned. He smiled at Peter and stretched a bit. Peter straightened up and smiled back,
”Master Way, welcome back from your slumber, it is nearly time for dinner. You may want to freshen up a bit from your walk with Master Iero.”
Gerard nodded in agreement and left the library and headed to his room. Once there he splashed some clean water on his face and felt a little stubble, he would have to shave tonight. He did not have to often, but once in a while it would creep up on him. Gerard went into the dressing room for something less formal for dinner. He remembered the cobbler he asked to be made by Jimmy and his mouth started to water a bit. Then he remembered what happened with Frank in the garden and his heart sank. Why didn’t he stop him? It is not even his three days? Is he in breach of the contract? Should he say something?
All these thoughts run through Gerard’s head. He touches his pants and, although they are dry, he can feel the crust of the cum on them. He strips them off along with his undergarment. He can see the stain setting in and he pours water onto the area on each piece of clothing. He sets them near the fire to dry. Gerard removes his shirt and wraps his dressing gown around himself while he finds something else to wear, when there is a knock on the door. Gerard ties the sash around the gown and crosses to the door. He opens it and is surprised to see Frank. Frank’s smiling at first, but it falters as he looks at Gerard and sees what he is wearing.
”Hey Gerard, I was going to see if you were ready for dinner and accompany you since Robert still isn’t home yet.”
Gerard looks at Frank, but like the stroll it seems to be a genuine gesture. Gerard quickly decides what to say next, but it comes out as…
”Oh thanks Frank, I’m not ready yet, but you can wait if you want.”
’What the fuck?’ Gerard thought, as he stepped aside and let Frank walk into the room. HIS ROOM! Gerard hardly lets Robert in here and he is opening up to Frank completely. He must have lost his mind over the past three days. That could be the only explanation for what he was doing. He offered Frank a chair, but Frank opted to sit on the edge of the bed claiming that Gerard needed the seat to finish dressing. Gerard acquiesced and told Frank he would be done momentarily. He sat down at the dressing table with his back to Frank. He took the pins out of his hair from earlier and brushed it out removing the knots that Frank had caused earlier that day. Frank was just to the side of the mirrors position and he still smiled while he watched Gerard. Gerard finished brushing and reset the hair to look right. He picked up the charcoal and smudged some under his eyes. This made them stand out more. Once this was done he lined his lips a bit and then checked his handy work in the mirror. Gerard rose and turned to Frank. Frank was staring at Gerard with amusement.
”I just have to get dressed now and then I will be done. Are you sure you want to wait for me?”
Frank just chuckled.
”Baby, I have all the time in the world to wait for you.”
He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. Gerard could not help, but laugh at this display of blatant crowing. It was like when the birds vie for the attention of him when he is tossing crumbs. Before Gerard realized what he was doing, he leaned in a kissed Frank on the cheek. Frank seemed to be stunned and he raised a hand to touch his face. Gerard held his composure and he headed into the dressing room.
***Frank***
’What the fuck was that!?’ Frank stood and watched Gerard walk into his dressing room. Frank’s hand was still on his cheek. Gerard walked by one of the lamps in his room and a silhouette was cast by the light of his body under his gown. Gerard was oblivious of Frank watching the curve of his waist and his ass as he swayed unconsciously. Frank had observed this when he was walking with Gerard earlier. It was the air of confidence that he possessed and it is what Frank wanted to break the most. It was what caused him to lose control and hurt Gerard more then he should have. Not that he did not enjoy it, it was the best blood play he had experienced in years, but he knew he had gone too far and had almost no desire to stop. He cannot even remember what caused him to. All he knew was the feel of Gerard helpless before him writhing in agony and begging him to stop. It was music to his ears and hot blood to his cock. Even now he could feel the blood rushing as he relived the screams in his mind. Frank let out a low growl in his throat. He wanted to rush Gerard and knock him down. Flip him over and rip open his gown and expose him. He wanted to use the sash to tie him to the chair and use if in any way he wanted to. Frank started to pant visibly. He was actually shaking. He started to lick his lips, which were now dry and his cock was painfully hard and straining against the cloth. Gerard chose that exact moment to emerge from the dressing room. He closed the door and locked it. He extinguished the lamp near the door and started back to Frank. He watched as Gerard looked at Frank and his smile faltered. He stopped and studied him for a second. Frank knew that he was shaking and he saw the concern grow in Gerard’s eyes. Gerard was to him in three strides. He touched Frank’s cheek and pulled back quickly as he felt the flesh burning up.
”Frank! Frankie! Are you alright? What is wrong, you are shaking and burning to the touch! Please talk to me!”
Frank tried to answer Gerard, but he could feel his tongue swelling up in his mouth. Never had a memory affected him so much let alone a person for that matter. Frank started to have trouble breathing and the strain of his cock was not matching the strain of his pants.
”C-C-Can’t b-b-breathe…”
Gerard panicked now and Frank saw his eyes drift to the drape that would call Mr. Wentz in to aid him. Then he looked back at Frank and he could tell that Gerard was trying to quickly process what he should do. Frank saw something flash quickly in Gerard’s eyes and he grabbed the front of Frank’s shirt and ripped it open. Frank gasped in surprise as Gerard stepped back and looked at him. Frank looked down at his chest and saw that his skin was bright red. This could not be good at all. He still could not breathe properly. Suddenly Gerard was on his knees in front of Frank and he was ripping open his pants. The redness had continued down his legs and was still hot to the touch. Frank looked at Gerard and wondered what he could be thinking. Meanwhile the scene in Frank’s head was increasing in magnitude. He could hear Gerard’s screams as if he was right in front of him. He could feel the blood running through his hands slick and warm. He lifted his hand up and swore that he could see it.
”I see red.”
”Frank?”
”I see red Gee, and it is so warm.”
Gerard moved his gaze from Frank and he followed what he thought Frank was looking at. Frank vaguely saw the tub, still full from the early morning, which Gerard used to clean up from his painting. Gerard rose in front of Frank and walked over to it. He picked up the pitcher used to fill the basin and he gathered water in it. Frank watched in a haze of red as Gerard walked back to him. That was the last thing that Frank saw because the next moment the red was gone and he was soaked.
”What the fuck Gerard?! Why the fuck did you just try to drown me?!”
Frank was sputtering from the perfumed water that Gerard just unceremoniously threw on him. He pushed Gerard hard and he lost his balance and fell to the floor. The pitcher hit the ground, but did not break, and tumbled away. Frank was growling now loudly. He leaped onto Gerard and pinned him down by his wrists. He stared at him pissed off dripping water and, 'what was this shit', oil down onto Gerard’s chest. Gerard lay there petrified and tried to rattle of an explanation.
”F-F-Frank, you were n-n-not responding and your skin w-w-was all red and hot. I th-thought cooling you down would w-w-w-work.”
”And this was your fucking brilliant idea? To throw your disgusting bath water at me?!”
”I-I-It was all I had, either th-that or pick you u-u-up and throw y-y-you in”
Frank growled more at the thought of Gerard man handling him. He could see the logic in it, but he was not going to let Gerard know that.
”Well now thanks to your fucking stupid idea, my clothes are ripped and I smell like, what the fuck is this stuff anyway?”
”Oil made from Pansies in the garden.”
Gerard was calming down now and starting to talk normal, rational, logical, and Frank was not having it. As he pushed Gerard further into the ground he noticed that Gerard just realized that Frank was practically naked on top of him and with a still half hard cock. Frank also noticed that he was sitting right over top of Gerard’s groin and that he could feel his own cock twitching against the pressure of his body. He smirked down at Gerard and watched as Gerard’s eyes widened filling up with fear again. Frank ground down hard against Gerard and elicited a groan from him.
”Gee Gerard, if you wanted me, you didn’t have to go through all this, all you had to do was ask.”
Gerard looked at Frank now and a fire lit in his eyes. Frank was surprised at this. Gerard was actually pissed at him. Frank kept up his smirk and watched as Gerard got more angry at his comment.
”Fuck, really Frank!? I was fucking concerned about you! You said you couldn’t fucking breathe! I was trying to help you, you stupid son of a bitch!”
This set Frank off. No one called him fucking names like that! He pulled a hand off of Gerard’s wrist and slapped him hard in the face. Gerard jerked and brought the released hand to his cheek. Frank quickly back handed the other side and then repeated the first slap.
”YOU FUCKING BITCH! DO NOT EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I AM YOUR FUCKING MASTER AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME OR I WILL SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF PAIN!”
Frank grabbed Gerard by the hair and lifter him up. He dragged him to the bed with Gerard kicking and screaming and threw him on the bed. Gerard tried to get off the other side, but Frank was too quick and he grabbed the back of Gerard’s shirt and ripped it with the momentum of pulling him back. Frank scrambled on top of Gerard again and pulled his boot knife out. He sliced the front of Gerard’s shirt and threw it to the side. He held it under Gerard’s chin and Gerard stopped moving and just quivered as the blade was grazed down his neck and chest and stopped over his heart. Frank stood the knife on point and held it in place. He twirled it and added some pressure. A small bead of blood welled up under it and ran down Gerard’s right side. Gerard just whimpered. Frank spoke with patience and a calm voice.
”Now Gee, perhaps you have forgotten the lessons that I taught you these last three days. Do you need a quick refresher? I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna ask you three questions and if you answer them correctly I will let you go, but each wrong answer there will be a punishment okay?”
Frank watched as Gerard sobbed and slowly nodded.
”Good. First question; what is my name?”
Frank listened as Gerard said, ‘Frank’. He smiled at him and began to push the knife in further. More blood pooled and Gerard started to scream again. Frank lifted the point to his neck in a warning to shut him up. Gerard obeyed and stifled his voice.
”Well that was a wrong answer, shall we try again? What is my name?”
”S-S-S-S-S-Sir.””Or?”
”M-M-M-Master.”
”Very good, now hold still and don’t move.”
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.”
Frank placed the knife back in the gash over Gerard’s heart and held it in his fist to prove that he was not joking. Gerard was silent now except for his breathing, which was growing heavy. Frank also noticed that Gerard was semi hard and this pleased him to no end.
”Alright Gee, here we go; what do I call you?”
Frank studied Gerard as he processed the question and carefully came up with what he thought was the right answer. Frank held the knife, not wavering, in the same place and waited for Gerard to speak. As he watched Gerard opened his mouth to speak, a letter forming on his lips, Frank lowered the blade down to make contact with the broken skin. Instead of speaking though, Gerard closed his mouth and looked at Frank. He stared at Frank with water in his eyes and running down his cheeks. With slow deliberate movement he started to shift and push up on his elbows. Frank still held the knife, but allowed the movement, curious to see what he was doing. Gerard kept shifting till he was sitting up, all the while not breaking eye contact with Frank. Keeping the knife pointed at his heart Frank rose up on his knees and allowed Gerard to pull his legs out from beneath him. Gerard rose up on his own knees and pressed towards Frank unmindful of the knife pushing slightly into his chest. He draped both arms over Frank’s shoulders and pressed in even further. The knife point was now slightly embedded in the open wound and Frank could see Gerard swallowing the pain. His cock twitched at this thought and began to harden again. Gerard leaned over to brush his lips against Frank’s ear and whispered.
”Yours”
Frank let go of the knife and as Gerard straightened up again it dropped out of his chest and onto the bed. Gerard looked at Frank and Frank nodded. It was with that small gesture that Gerard crashed his lips into Frank’s and brought their chests flush against each other. Frank brought his arms around Gerard’s waist and pulled them even closer. Gerard’s lips were warm and soft as they moved against his. He prodded at them with his tongue and was granted access into Gerard’s warm mouth. This allowed a moan to escape Gerard’s throat and made Frank tighten his grip even further. He brought a hand up to run through Gerard’s hair and grabbed a fist full. He disconnected the kiss and pushed Gerard’s head aside and latched onto the side of his neck. He bit and licked his way up to Gerard’s ear and bit the lobe hard. With nothing trapping it, the noise from Gerard sounded wanton and desperate. He licked the shell and felt Gerard shake and grow rock hard against him. Frank pulled away from Gerard and looked at him. He was flush and his chest was red from a mix of his lust and the blood. Frank ran a hand down the chest then brought the hand to Gerard’s face. He stroked his cheek, leaving a bloody hand print in its wake.
”Mine Gee, you are mine, do not ever fucking forget it again.”
”Yes Master, I promise I will not.”
Frank smiled at this answer. This was turning out to be a better fucking day than he ever imagined it would be.