Revenge
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: Gerard is broken and Frank is redeemed.
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:There is so much to say about this chapter. Everyone's point of view is here...well except for Pete's but he is the butler so yeah...
For everyone who was angry with Frank for the last two chapters, I think you will see Frank in a new light. There is also a very broken Gerard as the summery states and Frank's friends are not so bad after all.
I probably will not add another chapter till after the weekend. Have to concentrate on school work badly and I added two chapters to each story that I did not expect to write, but i felt i owed it to you guys. The next chapter is one that I want to give a lot of thought to. It is one coming out of my own mind, but I felt it was needed.
Please enjoy and as always thank you for the comments. i love hearing your opinions. ^-^
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
I Saw Red
And Really Bad Eggs
Tell Me What You Want
Normal is a Setting on a Hair Dryer
Flame of Desire
A Drink For The...
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Setting Up A PlayDate
Not What You Expected Huh?
***Gerard***
It’s warm by the fire as he watches the stranger move around the little hut. The coffee that he made is not the best, but it warms Gerard on the inside and that is what matters. Gerard is wrapped in a tattered sheet that has seen many washings and better days. The guy is bent over the fire stirring a pot that smells really good. He ladles some into a chipped bowl and hands it to Gerard with a smile.
”Thank you, um…”
”Bob, and don’t mention it.”
Gerard lifts a spoon full of stew to his mouth and blows on it gently. Bob is watching him intently. He takes a bite of it despite it being a little too hot.
”It’s delicious.”
”I’m glad the Mistress approves.”
Gerard looks at him startled and drops the spoon splashing hot liquid on part of his chest.
”Careful now it’s hot.”
”Yes, sorry, you just…you know who I am?”
”Oh yes Master Way, I have been working here for several months now tending to the flower garden that you love so much. I watch when you walk among them and how content you look.”
Gerard blushes at the thought of this guy watching him when he was in some of his most intimate moments of thought. Bob hands him a cloth and he starts to clean some of the spilled stew off the front of his, Mike’s, shirt. While doing this the sleeve slips up and Bob catches a glimpse of the marks that the chains left on his body. Gerard yelps as Bob reaches out and roughly grabs at his wrist and pulls the sleeve all the way up. It reveals the arm of the glove as well as the splotches of dried wax and spots where the wax left burn marks. Bob leers at Gerard and leans in really close to his face. He smells of potting soil and bad whiskey. Gerard shudders a bit.
”So the Mistress of the house is into this kind of kink huh?”
Gerard pulls his wrist out of Bob’s grasp and rises from the chair. He looks around for the door and starts to inch his way over to it.
”Thank you for your help, but I think I need to go now. I am sure that Master McCracken is looking for me.”
Bob stalks after Gerard slowly with a wild look in his eyes. Gerard hits the door with his back groping for the handle. Bob reaches him and boxes him in with his arms. He stares predatoraly into Gerard’s eyes and looks him up and down for more marks.
”What’s your hurry Master Way, it isn’t polite to leave before dessert is served.”
”W-W-What’s for dessert?”
”Why you of course.”
Gerard’s eyes go wide as Bob tears the sheet away from him and it falls to the ground in two. He then grabs both sides of the shirt and tears it off his shoulders. As the pieces fall down on his arms the full outfit that Gerard is wearing is revealed. Bob looks at the corset on him and nothing else and smirks.
”Why you little slut, you are just asking for it aren’t you, dressed like this, and old Bob is going to give it to you good.”
***Bert***
”GERARD!!!”
Robert frantically swept across the land with the rain pouring down. He knew he saw Gerard run this way through the garden, but then he disappeared. He looked towards the wall where the forest was, but Gerard would never go there without an escort. He knows that it can be dangerous with the animals and strangers. Still he was wondered, could he? He took another walk around the land and then gave up and headed back inside. When he came out of the kitchen Frank and two of his friends were sitting having a couple of drinks. Frank looked up at Robert and laughed drunkenly.
”Well look what the cat dragged in! Don’t you know enough to come in out of the rain Bertie?”
”Have you seen Gerard?”
”I don’t know, guys? Have we seen the G-man?”
”Oh sure, for a while we saw him a lot, but not now.”
They all started laughing and slapping each other’s backs. Robert did not understand that joke, but he was too worried to try and puzzle it out.
”No, he ran out of the house into the rain! It also looks like he broke the garden door and cut himself pretty badly.”
Now Frank stopped laughing and took notice. He walked past Robert and into the kitchen. He stopped at the door and saw a pane missing and blood running down the glass and wood. He walked back out and his friends were silently looking at him.
”Was he upset?”
Robert looked at the ground and didn’t answer. Frank walked up to Robert and gripped him by the shirt and shook him.
”What did he see that freaked him out?!”
”He..I…and professionals and me and…”
”Wait, you were? Here? When?”
”They just showed up and pushed me into it.”
Frank smirked at Robert.
”No one gets pushed into fucking, either you're into it or you’re not.”
”Look Frank that isn’t the point, the point is Gerard saw us and freaked out. I don’t even
know why he was there, wasn’t he with you?”
”I sent him to get drinks for my friends, I guess he missed you or something.”
Yeah, well now he’s gone and I don’t know where.”
”Did you check everywhere?”
”Except the forest, Gee would never go there alone.”
”Yeah, if he was in his right mind.”
Robert looked over at one of Frank’s friends.
”Right, he would just run, I know I would.”
Frank’s other friend stood up.
”Come on guys, let’s go find him.”
Robert was grateful for the extra help. All four men threw on their coats and headed out into the rain. Robert took off in the direction of the front, but Frank looked at his friends and they headed straight into the forest.
***Gerard***
Gerard wanted to scream, but he had no voice left. He wanted to cry, but his tears had long since dried up, He wanted to punch and hit something, but his hands were tied. He wondered when this nightmare would end. Not very soon unfortunately the way Bob had stamina. This was their third round and there seems no slowing down. Once again he was covered in cum, but unlike with Frank’s friends; there was no enjoyment in this at all, just pain, lots of pain. He knew he was bleeding. He knew he was bleeding, he could feel the wetness mixing with the other bodily fluids. It was the humiliation that was probably the worst. A grown man asking to use the facilities was bad enough, but of course Bob’s house was not equipped like the mansion. He would have to go outside and Bob was not going to let him escape until he was done. He tied Gerard to a chair and brought over a basin.
”That’s disgusting and vulgar! I can’t go in that!”
”Well there Mistress, you ain’t got much choice do you…unless you want to piss yourself in the chair.”
Gerard looked away angry and terrified at the same time. He could feel the pressure increasing in his bladder, but was still trying to hold on. He watched Bob gazing at him and suddenly got an intense look on his face. Bob left the room and returned with a pitcher of water and some kind of rubber tube. He placed the pitcher on the table and stood there holding the tube.
”Maybe you just need a little incentive Mistress.”
Bob placed one end of the tube in the pitcher and held the other end of the tube in front of Gerard’s face.
”Thirsty Mistress?”
”N-N-No thank you.”
”Oh, but I insist.”
Bob grabbed Gerard face and forced the tube into his mouth.
”Now, if you spit it out or bite it, you will be in a world of hurt my dear.”
Gerard just nodded as the tube gagged him.
”Now let’s put those pretty skills you showed me earlier to good use. SUCK!”
Gerard obeyed and sucked on the tube. The water came rushing into his mouth and he swallowed it. He could feel his stomach complaining and his bladder getting intense, but he kept drinking. To make matters worse, Bob started to put pressure on his stomach by massaging it. Gerard shut his eyes and willed the pressure and pain to go away, but it was relentless. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see that Bob was hard again.
”Yeah that’s it. Love to see the pain on your face. Come on, you can do it, just let go of everything.”
Gerard shut his eyes again and tried not to listen to the words, but his body had other ideas as Bob grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. That feeling combined with all the water he was ingesting and Bob’s hand pushing on his stomach was too much to take. He felt the tears fall as his bladder let go and he pissed all over the chair. Bob’s look of satisfaction was too much to handle. Bob ripped the tube out of Gerard’s mouth and shoved his cock in. Gerard had no will power left so he just sat there as Bob used and abused his mouth once again.
Finally Bob seemed to be sated, at least for now. He and Gerard were lying on his bed. Gerard was tied to one of the posts in a kneeling position. His whole body ached so much. He lost count of the amount of times that he was violated. Right now his concentration was on getting the already old and frayed rope to break. His wrists were raw and bleeding and what little clothes he had come with were shredded. Long gone was the shirt, and the outfit that Frank put him in was barely hanging onto his body by a few eyelets and ribbon. It was one of those broken metal eyelets that Gerard was using to slice through the rope. He hoped he would get through before Bob woke up and wanted to go another round. Gerard didn’t think he could take anymore. Finally after what seemed forever the last piece of twine of the rope gave and Gerard used the rest of his strength to snap it. He almost cried out as the pain ripped through his bruised arms. He slowly crawled off the bed and out of the bedroom. He tried to stand using the wall, but fell to his knees immediately. He looked back at the bedroom, but only heard Bob’s snoring. He continued to crawl his way to the door. Gerard saw part of the tattered sheet and gathered a piece up. As best he could he made a skirt out of it. At least he could have a little dignity. He used the door handle to pull himself up and once again causing great pain to himself he pulled the door open. Thankfully it opened without a creak. Gerard saw that the rain had stopped, but the day was still cloudy and threatening.
”Like the metaphor of my life right now.”
Gerard mumbled this as he slumped back down and crawled out of the hut.
***Frank***
”Fuck, fuck fuck!”
Frank, Mike, and Matt were following the path through the forest. Frank felt like the whole situation was fucked up. He never meant for this to happen. He just wanted Gerard to freak out on Robert, not take off and get in who knows what kind of trouble. Plus how he was dressed, that could lead to a situation Gerard may not be able to get out of. The guys came to a forest clearing. The trees were much sparser here and they could see further to the next grove. They split up for a moment and headed into different directions. It was Mike that found him first.
”FUCK! IERO, GET YOU ASS OVER HERE!”
Frank raced over to where Mike went and he and Matt got there at the same time. They both came to a halt as Mike turned around for them to see Gerard in his arms lying limp. Matt just stood there.
”Is he….”
”No, he’s still breathing, but it’s shallow. Look at him though, he’s all fucked up! Someone worked him over good!”
That broke Frank’s shock and he ran up to Mike. He took Gerard out of his arms and lay him on the ground. He looked at him carefully. Gerard was covered in fresh cum and what smelled like piss. He was bleeding from several places, though not as horrible as his wrists. There were rope marks and burns all over his body and his outfit was barely hanging together by the ribbon that held it on. He looked beaten, bruised, tortured, and broken. Frank was seething. The only one that was supposed to break Gerard was him! He carefully pushed Gerard’s matted hair back.
”Gee, Gee, come on, you have to wake up. Come on, talk to me, who did this to you?”
Frank didn’t realize that he held his breath until Gerard started to move and come back. He exhaled sharply as Gerard opened his eyes. Gerard looked at Frank as if he was not real. He tried to lift his hand to Frank’s face, but it faltered at the last minute. Frank caught it and lifted it to his cheek. Gerard moved one finger in a stroking motion.
”F-F-F-Frankie? I-I-Is it really you?”
”Yeah Gee, yeah it’s really me.”
Gerard forced a smile through his obvious pain and it broke Frank’s heart. Here was the man that never said no to him, even when he brought his friends to rape him and although he is in so much pain, he still has that smile for Frank. Frank's rage increased towards whoever had hurt Gerard. He took Gerard's hand off his cheek and kissed it lightly.
”Gee, who did this to you? Where is he?”
Frank watched as Gerard’s eyes grew wide with fear. He tried to scramble out of Frank’s grasp, but hurt himself more in the process. Frank pulled Gerard to his chest and held him tightly.
”Gee Gee, calm down, he’s not here. No one is going to hurt you! Relax, I have you, I’ll protect you I promise!”
Gerard’s breathing was still hard and labored, but he stopped struggling. He looked at Frank and fresh tears rolled down his cheeks making tracks in the dirt on them.
”Oh Frankie, he hurt me so badly. I just kept screaming and saying no and he would not listen. He just kept….”
Gerard could not go on and collapsed in Frank’s arms. Frank looked up at Mike and Matt. Both of them burly guys who enjoyed hurting and torturing people for a living were practically in tears looking at what was left of his Gee. Frank picked up Gerard again and cradled him in his arms. He looked at his two friends.
”Go find the bastard and bring him to me. He will not live to see tomorrow.”
Frank’s voice was cold and controlled. He turned and started for the house. He knew that Mike and Matt would find him and Frank knew after they were done with him, he would get his chance. He owed it to Gerard that this piece of shit would not hurt him anymore and Francesco Anthony Iero did NOT break a promise.
***Matt and Mike***
It was fortunate or unfortunate that Gerard left an easy trail to follow.
”Man, look at those drag marks! He collapsed so many times! How the fuck did he have the strength to make it as far as he did!?”
”Hey come on, give the guy some credit. Not just anyone could take what we put him through or Iero for that matter.”
”Yeah, but we were having fun, this guy was just…”
Matt stopped Mike in mid sentence.
”You realize that we are just as capable of doing what this guy did too?"
”Yeah, but this is different, it’s Gerard and I have a feeling that he was no stranger to the guy either.”
”What makes you say that?”
”I don’t know, there was something in his eyes that said so.”
"Well, let’s go find the bastard and make him pay!"
Mike and Matt continued until they saw a hut cutting through the trees. Gerard’s trail led right to it. They carefully opened the door and took in the sight before them. The living area was a wreck! Matt saw Mike’s shirt crushed under the door. He picked it up and saw that it was torn in half. There was water on the floor and he could smell old piss. They also saw the basin in front of the chair that had rope attached to it. Dried blood stained the floor in various places. Mike cracked his knuckles. They both walked in and listened. They heard snoring from another room. They walked into the room and saw a large naked man sleeping on the bed. On a post they saw a frayed rope and blood and cum stains on the sheet. Mike advanced on the bed as Matt closed the door.
***Jamia***
She had never seen Frank so pissed and worried at the same time. Gerard was in the bathing vessel and the water was turning pink again. Frank had lifted him out so that she could change the water for a third time. Gerard moaned in pain each time he was placed in fresh water. Jamia carefully cleaned out each wound and cut. After the third time, she declared he was done and Frank lifted him out and placed him on his own bed. He and Jamia shared the duty of putting salve on and bandaging Gerard. Some of the marks that Frank made were now marred and Frank did not like this. He caressed those wounds with a shaky hand. Once Gerard was bandaged, he left him to sleep. When Frank and Jamia left the room, Frank turned to Jamia. He put his hand on her shoulder and spoke with a voice that chilled her to the bone.
”My friends will be returning with the guy who did this to him. I would not be in the Eastern Hall when they come back if you value your sanity.”
Jamia just nodded and watched as Frank headed to the playroom. He opened the door and sat down in the plush chair. He waited. Jamia left the hall and worked her way to the main room. Abruptly the door to the kitchen banged open and Frank’s friends appeared dragging a man. He was beaten, bloody, and groaning. They smiled at Jamia as they headed towards the playroom. Jamia looked at them remembering what Frank had said and kept going.
***Gerard***
It was the piercing scream that woke Gerard up. He sat up quickly, but regretted it instantly. His whole body ached. He looked around and saw that he was in Frank’s bedroom, on his bed, but not chained. Gerard carefully eased his way down to the end of the bed. He attempted to stand up, but his legs were still weak and he landed on his knees hard once again. He cried out and started to pound his fists against the floor. Why was this happening to him? He just wanted to keep his home and marriage together. He endured Frank because in a way he was…in love with him? No, that could not be true. He hurt Gerard both physically and mentally, but then again he was the one that found him. It was his bed he was in. Gerard remembered him calling out for Frank when he was being raped. He called him Frankie when he found him. Was that love? Gerard did not have time to contemplate anymore when the door opened and he saw Matt. Gerard blushed when he realized he was not wearing anything and covered himself to gain some sort of dignity. Matt took off his shirt and walked over to Gerard. He draped it around his shoulder. Gerard put his aching arms in the sleeves gingerly and Matt buttoned up the front for him. He helped Gerard to his feet and placed an arm around his waist.
”We have a surprise for you.”
Gerard looked at him. Matt started to walk and Gerard tried to step, but his feet hurt so much he lost his balance and would have fallen had Matt not caught him. He looked at Matt with tears in his eyes and Matt understood. He scooped Gerard into his arms and Gerard looped his around Matt’s neck. Matt smiled at him and carried him out of the room and to the playroom. He pushed the door open and Gerard saw Mike sitting in the plush chair. He heard the sounds of screaming again and the crack of a whip. Gerard cringed against Matt and Mike came over to them. Now neither he nor Matt had a shirt and it was Gerard’s fault. Mike placed a hand on Gerard’s thigh comforting him.
”You’re safe now Gee, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
Matt and Mike moved further into the room and Gerard saw Frank. He was covered in sweat and blood spatter. His arm was moving like lightning as he struck Bob over and over again. Bob was a mess of torn skin and rivulets of blood. He looked 100 times worse than Jamia did when Frank was whipping her. Matt placed Gerard in the chair gently. He and Mike flanked him and Gerard had a front row seat to the torture of his rapist. Frank had him strapped to the same table that Gerard had been on. Both Bob’s ankles and wrists were enclosed and he was stretched beyond his limit. Gerard wondered if Frank’s arm was hurting, but it did not look like he was going to stop. Gerard heard Bob scream and plead for mercy. He heard the venom drip from Frank’s mouth.
”Oh. You want mercy? Like the mercy you gave to Gee?! I will give you exactly that type of mercy…..NONE!”
”I-I-I-I-I didn’t know who h-h-h-h-e was! I s-s-s-s-s-wear!”
”Liar.”
It was so quiet slipping from Gerard’s lips that almost no one heard it. Mike and Matt looked at Gerard as his hands gripped the armrest on the chair. His knuckles were turning white with rage. Gerard stood up and although he was in pain he walked across the room. He stopped at the table with the whiskey and saw the silver gleaming on it. He picked it up and continued to the end of the room. Matt and Mike walked slowly behind him. Frank noticed his shadow on the floor and stopped whipping. He looked at Gerard as he passed Frank and stepped up to Bob. He looked at Bob and Bob met his eyes. He saw fear. Good.
”You knew who I was. You called me the Mistress of the house. You even used my name.”
Gerard was speaking barely above a whisper, but his voice could be heard bouncing off the stone walls clear as day. It was stoic and there was a razor's edge to it.
”You said that I deserved what I got. You said I liked it. You called me a slut!”
Now Gerard’s voice was gaining momentum and volume. His words were accompanied by spit and fury.
"YOU TOLD ME TO SCREAM! YOU SAID NO ONE WOULD FIND ME! YOU SAID I WAS YOURS!”
Gerard brought his hand up and the knife, Frank’s knife, twinkled in the light of the lamp. Gerard raised it in an arching motion above his shoulder.
”I ONLY BELONG TO MASTER!!!!!!!”
Bob screamed before the knife even plunged into his thigh. Gerard twisted it and then pulled it out. A chunk of flesh came with it. He did it again to the other thigh. Then he stabbed Bob in the stomach several times. Frank walked up to Gerard and placed a gentle hand on the small of his back. Gerard looked at Frank. His eyes were dark and the lamp light danced across them. He was grinning and they seemed full of pride for Gerard. He reached over and placed his hand over the one Gerard had on the knife. He centered the knife over Bob’s heart.
”Shall we end this together Gee? Then he can never hurt you again.”
Gerard nodded and together they pushed the knife into Bob’s chest. Bob cried out one last time and then he was gone. Gerard let go of the knife and felt dizzy. He began to fall backwards, but Frank caught him. He lifted him up in his arms and Gerard felt safe once again.
”Guys, take care of this please and thanks for the help.”
”No problem Iero, our pleasure all around.”
”Anytime you want to set up another play date, just let us know.”
”Yeah, you know where to find us.”
”I will guys.”
”Bye Gerard.”
”Yeah Bye Gee, take care of yourself.”
Gerard looked at Matt as Mike went to strip the sheet off of the bed.
”I don’t need to, I have Master.”
Frank carried Gerard out of the room as Gerard heard Matt removing the chains. Instead of going into Frank’s room, they continued down to the main area. Gerard saw Robert sitting on the stairs looking awful. When he saw Frank he jumped up and came running over. He grabbed Gerard’s wrist and Gerard winced.
”Oh my God Gee, are you alright? Where did you go? I looked everywhere for you!”
”Not in the forest you didn’t”
Robert looked at Frank when he said this and his eyes got wide.
”Oh geez Gee, you went in there? I hope you didn’t get to hurt.”
”No Robert, I am alright, Frank and his friends found me and took care of me.”
”Oh good. Listen I am sorry about what you saw. They seduced me and I didn’t know what was happening before it did and…”
Gerard reached out and touched Robert’s cheek to quiet his babbling.
”I said it's alright, Frank took care of me.”
”Yeah, now if you’ll get the fuck out of my way, I can continue taking care of him.”
Robert moved and Frank continued up the stairs. He got to the first landing and turned to Robert.
”Oh and until he is fully recovered, the contest is postponed and the contract is suspended.”
Frank didn’t wait for Robert to answer. He turned and continued up the stairs to Gerard’s room. He kicked open the door and entered. He then kicked it closed and brought Gerard to his bed. He lay him down as if he was made of porcelain. Gerard looked up at Frank.
”Frank….”
”Shut up Gee, and don’t argue with your Master. I said you need to rest before the contest can continue."
Gerard looked at Frank again. He was breathing heavily and still covered with blood splatter that was drying now. Gerard looked down at his own shirt, well Matt’s, and saw that he had blood on him as well. How did Robert miss that? Gerard sat up and started to unbutton the shirt on him. Once it was open he reached out and unbuttoned Frank’s shirt. Frank shifted a bit so that he was facing Gerard with his body with one leg on the bed. Gerard carefully moved over to Frank and climbed into his lap. Frank circled his arms around Gerard’s waist, but added no pressure. Gerard placed his arms around Frank’s neck and put his head on his shoulder. They sat there chests pressed together in each other’s arms till Gerard fell asleep.
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: Gerard is broken and Frank is redeemed.
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:There is so much to say about this chapter. Everyone's point of view is here...well except for Pete's but he is the butler so yeah...
For everyone who was angry with Frank for the last two chapters, I think you will see Frank in a new light. There is also a very broken Gerard as the summery states and Frank's friends are not so bad after all.
I probably will not add another chapter till after the weekend. Have to concentrate on school work badly and I added two chapters to each story that I did not expect to write, but i felt i owed it to you guys. The next chapter is one that I want to give a lot of thought to. It is one coming out of my own mind, but I felt it was needed.
Please enjoy and as always thank you for the comments. i love hearing your opinions. ^-^
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
I Saw Red
And Really Bad Eggs
Tell Me What You Want
Normal is a Setting on a Hair Dryer
Flame of Desire
A Drink For The...
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Setting Up A PlayDate
Not What You Expected Huh?
***Gerard***
It’s warm by the fire as he watches the stranger move around the little hut. The coffee that he made is not the best, but it warms Gerard on the inside and that is what matters. Gerard is wrapped in a tattered sheet that has seen many washings and better days. The guy is bent over the fire stirring a pot that smells really good. He ladles some into a chipped bowl and hands it to Gerard with a smile.
”Thank you, um…”
”Bob, and don’t mention it.”
Gerard lifts a spoon full of stew to his mouth and blows on it gently. Bob is watching him intently. He takes a bite of it despite it being a little too hot.
”It’s delicious.”
”I’m glad the Mistress approves.”
Gerard looks at him startled and drops the spoon splashing hot liquid on part of his chest.
”Careful now it’s hot.”
”Yes, sorry, you just…you know who I am?”
”Oh yes Master Way, I have been working here for several months now tending to the flower garden that you love so much. I watch when you walk among them and how content you look.”
Gerard blushes at the thought of this guy watching him when he was in some of his most intimate moments of thought. Bob hands him a cloth and he starts to clean some of the spilled stew off the front of his, Mike’s, shirt. While doing this the sleeve slips up and Bob catches a glimpse of the marks that the chains left on his body. Gerard yelps as Bob reaches out and roughly grabs at his wrist and pulls the sleeve all the way up. It reveals the arm of the glove as well as the splotches of dried wax and spots where the wax left burn marks. Bob leers at Gerard and leans in really close to his face. He smells of potting soil and bad whiskey. Gerard shudders a bit.
”So the Mistress of the house is into this kind of kink huh?”
Gerard pulls his wrist out of Bob’s grasp and rises from the chair. He looks around for the door and starts to inch his way over to it.
”Thank you for your help, but I think I need to go now. I am sure that Master McCracken is looking for me.”
Bob stalks after Gerard slowly with a wild look in his eyes. Gerard hits the door with his back groping for the handle. Bob reaches him and boxes him in with his arms. He stares predatoraly into Gerard’s eyes and looks him up and down for more marks.
”What’s your hurry Master Way, it isn’t polite to leave before dessert is served.”
”W-W-What’s for dessert?”
”Why you of course.”
Gerard’s eyes go wide as Bob tears the sheet away from him and it falls to the ground in two. He then grabs both sides of the shirt and tears it off his shoulders. As the pieces fall down on his arms the full outfit that Gerard is wearing is revealed. Bob looks at the corset on him and nothing else and smirks.
”Why you little slut, you are just asking for it aren’t you, dressed like this, and old Bob is going to give it to you good.”
***Bert***
”GERARD!!!”
Robert frantically swept across the land with the rain pouring down. He knew he saw Gerard run this way through the garden, but then he disappeared. He looked towards the wall where the forest was, but Gerard would never go there without an escort. He knows that it can be dangerous with the animals and strangers. Still he was wondered, could he? He took another walk around the land and then gave up and headed back inside. When he came out of the kitchen Frank and two of his friends were sitting having a couple of drinks. Frank looked up at Robert and laughed drunkenly.
”Well look what the cat dragged in! Don’t you know enough to come in out of the rain Bertie?”
”Have you seen Gerard?”
”I don’t know, guys? Have we seen the G-man?”
”Oh sure, for a while we saw him a lot, but not now.”
They all started laughing and slapping each other’s backs. Robert did not understand that joke, but he was too worried to try and puzzle it out.
”No, he ran out of the house into the rain! It also looks like he broke the garden door and cut himself pretty badly.”
Now Frank stopped laughing and took notice. He walked past Robert and into the kitchen. He stopped at the door and saw a pane missing and blood running down the glass and wood. He walked back out and his friends were silently looking at him.
”Was he upset?”
Robert looked at the ground and didn’t answer. Frank walked up to Robert and gripped him by the shirt and shook him.
”What did he see that freaked him out?!”
”He..I…and professionals and me and…”
”Wait, you were? Here? When?”
”They just showed up and pushed me into it.”
Frank smirked at Robert.
”No one gets pushed into fucking, either you're into it or you’re not.”
”Look Frank that isn’t the point, the point is Gerard saw us and freaked out. I don’t even
know why he was there, wasn’t he with you?”
”I sent him to get drinks for my friends, I guess he missed you or something.”
Yeah, well now he’s gone and I don’t know where.”
”Did you check everywhere?”
”Except the forest, Gee would never go there alone.”
”Yeah, if he was in his right mind.”
Robert looked over at one of Frank’s friends.
”Right, he would just run, I know I would.”
Frank’s other friend stood up.
”Come on guys, let’s go find him.”
Robert was grateful for the extra help. All four men threw on their coats and headed out into the rain. Robert took off in the direction of the front, but Frank looked at his friends and they headed straight into the forest.
***Gerard***
Gerard wanted to scream, but he had no voice left. He wanted to cry, but his tears had long since dried up, He wanted to punch and hit something, but his hands were tied. He wondered when this nightmare would end. Not very soon unfortunately the way Bob had stamina. This was their third round and there seems no slowing down. Once again he was covered in cum, but unlike with Frank’s friends; there was no enjoyment in this at all, just pain, lots of pain. He knew he was bleeding. He knew he was bleeding, he could feel the wetness mixing with the other bodily fluids. It was the humiliation that was probably the worst. A grown man asking to use the facilities was bad enough, but of course Bob’s house was not equipped like the mansion. He would have to go outside and Bob was not going to let him escape until he was done. He tied Gerard to a chair and brought over a basin.
”That’s disgusting and vulgar! I can’t go in that!”
”Well there Mistress, you ain’t got much choice do you…unless you want to piss yourself in the chair.”
Gerard looked away angry and terrified at the same time. He could feel the pressure increasing in his bladder, but was still trying to hold on. He watched Bob gazing at him and suddenly got an intense look on his face. Bob left the room and returned with a pitcher of water and some kind of rubber tube. He placed the pitcher on the table and stood there holding the tube.
”Maybe you just need a little incentive Mistress.”
Bob placed one end of the tube in the pitcher and held the other end of the tube in front of Gerard’s face.
”Thirsty Mistress?”
”N-N-No thank you.”
”Oh, but I insist.”
Bob grabbed Gerard face and forced the tube into his mouth.
”Now, if you spit it out or bite it, you will be in a world of hurt my dear.”
Gerard just nodded as the tube gagged him.
”Now let’s put those pretty skills you showed me earlier to good use. SUCK!”
Gerard obeyed and sucked on the tube. The water came rushing into his mouth and he swallowed it. He could feel his stomach complaining and his bladder getting intense, but he kept drinking. To make matters worse, Bob started to put pressure on his stomach by massaging it. Gerard shut his eyes and willed the pressure and pain to go away, but it was relentless. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see that Bob was hard again.
”Yeah that’s it. Love to see the pain on your face. Come on, you can do it, just let go of everything.”
Gerard shut his eyes again and tried not to listen to the words, but his body had other ideas as Bob grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. That feeling combined with all the water he was ingesting and Bob’s hand pushing on his stomach was too much to take. He felt the tears fall as his bladder let go and he pissed all over the chair. Bob’s look of satisfaction was too much to handle. Bob ripped the tube out of Gerard’s mouth and shoved his cock in. Gerard had no will power left so he just sat there as Bob used and abused his mouth once again.
Finally Bob seemed to be sated, at least for now. He and Gerard were lying on his bed. Gerard was tied to one of the posts in a kneeling position. His whole body ached so much. He lost count of the amount of times that he was violated. Right now his concentration was on getting the already old and frayed rope to break. His wrists were raw and bleeding and what little clothes he had come with were shredded. Long gone was the shirt, and the outfit that Frank put him in was barely hanging onto his body by a few eyelets and ribbon. It was one of those broken metal eyelets that Gerard was using to slice through the rope. He hoped he would get through before Bob woke up and wanted to go another round. Gerard didn’t think he could take anymore. Finally after what seemed forever the last piece of twine of the rope gave and Gerard used the rest of his strength to snap it. He almost cried out as the pain ripped through his bruised arms. He slowly crawled off the bed and out of the bedroom. He tried to stand using the wall, but fell to his knees immediately. He looked back at the bedroom, but only heard Bob’s snoring. He continued to crawl his way to the door. Gerard saw part of the tattered sheet and gathered a piece up. As best he could he made a skirt out of it. At least he could have a little dignity. He used the door handle to pull himself up and once again causing great pain to himself he pulled the door open. Thankfully it opened without a creak. Gerard saw that the rain had stopped, but the day was still cloudy and threatening.
”Like the metaphor of my life right now.”
Gerard mumbled this as he slumped back down and crawled out of the hut.
***Frank***
”Fuck, fuck fuck!”
Frank, Mike, and Matt were following the path through the forest. Frank felt like the whole situation was fucked up. He never meant for this to happen. He just wanted Gerard to freak out on Robert, not take off and get in who knows what kind of trouble. Plus how he was dressed, that could lead to a situation Gerard may not be able to get out of. The guys came to a forest clearing. The trees were much sparser here and they could see further to the next grove. They split up for a moment and headed into different directions. It was Mike that found him first.
”FUCK! IERO, GET YOU ASS OVER HERE!”
Frank raced over to where Mike went and he and Matt got there at the same time. They both came to a halt as Mike turned around for them to see Gerard in his arms lying limp. Matt just stood there.
”Is he….”
”No, he’s still breathing, but it’s shallow. Look at him though, he’s all fucked up! Someone worked him over good!”
That broke Frank’s shock and he ran up to Mike. He took Gerard out of his arms and lay him on the ground. He looked at him carefully. Gerard was covered in fresh cum and what smelled like piss. He was bleeding from several places, though not as horrible as his wrists. There were rope marks and burns all over his body and his outfit was barely hanging together by the ribbon that held it on. He looked beaten, bruised, tortured, and broken. Frank was seething. The only one that was supposed to break Gerard was him! He carefully pushed Gerard’s matted hair back.
”Gee, Gee, come on, you have to wake up. Come on, talk to me, who did this to you?”
Frank didn’t realize that he held his breath until Gerard started to move and come back. He exhaled sharply as Gerard opened his eyes. Gerard looked at Frank as if he was not real. He tried to lift his hand to Frank’s face, but it faltered at the last minute. Frank caught it and lifted it to his cheek. Gerard moved one finger in a stroking motion.
”F-F-F-Frankie? I-I-Is it really you?”
”Yeah Gee, yeah it’s really me.”
Gerard forced a smile through his obvious pain and it broke Frank’s heart. Here was the man that never said no to him, even when he brought his friends to rape him and although he is in so much pain, he still has that smile for Frank. Frank's rage increased towards whoever had hurt Gerard. He took Gerard's hand off his cheek and kissed it lightly.
”Gee, who did this to you? Where is he?”
Frank watched as Gerard’s eyes grew wide with fear. He tried to scramble out of Frank’s grasp, but hurt himself more in the process. Frank pulled Gerard to his chest and held him tightly.
”Gee Gee, calm down, he’s not here. No one is going to hurt you! Relax, I have you, I’ll protect you I promise!”
Gerard’s breathing was still hard and labored, but he stopped struggling. He looked at Frank and fresh tears rolled down his cheeks making tracks in the dirt on them.
”Oh Frankie, he hurt me so badly. I just kept screaming and saying no and he would not listen. He just kept….”
Gerard could not go on and collapsed in Frank’s arms. Frank looked up at Mike and Matt. Both of them burly guys who enjoyed hurting and torturing people for a living were practically in tears looking at what was left of his Gee. Frank picked up Gerard again and cradled him in his arms. He looked at his two friends.
”Go find the bastard and bring him to me. He will not live to see tomorrow.”
Frank’s voice was cold and controlled. He turned and started for the house. He knew that Mike and Matt would find him and Frank knew after they were done with him, he would get his chance. He owed it to Gerard that this piece of shit would not hurt him anymore and Francesco Anthony Iero did NOT break a promise.
***Matt and Mike***
It was fortunate or unfortunate that Gerard left an easy trail to follow.
”Man, look at those drag marks! He collapsed so many times! How the fuck did he have the strength to make it as far as he did!?”
”Hey come on, give the guy some credit. Not just anyone could take what we put him through or Iero for that matter.”
”Yeah, but we were having fun, this guy was just…”
Matt stopped Mike in mid sentence.
”You realize that we are just as capable of doing what this guy did too?"
”Yeah, but this is different, it’s Gerard and I have a feeling that he was no stranger to the guy either.”
”What makes you say that?”
”I don’t know, there was something in his eyes that said so.”
"Well, let’s go find the bastard and make him pay!"
Mike and Matt continued until they saw a hut cutting through the trees. Gerard’s trail led right to it. They carefully opened the door and took in the sight before them. The living area was a wreck! Matt saw Mike’s shirt crushed under the door. He picked it up and saw that it was torn in half. There was water on the floor and he could smell old piss. They also saw the basin in front of the chair that had rope attached to it. Dried blood stained the floor in various places. Mike cracked his knuckles. They both walked in and listened. They heard snoring from another room. They walked into the room and saw a large naked man sleeping on the bed. On a post they saw a frayed rope and blood and cum stains on the sheet. Mike advanced on the bed as Matt closed the door.
***Jamia***
She had never seen Frank so pissed and worried at the same time. Gerard was in the bathing vessel and the water was turning pink again. Frank had lifted him out so that she could change the water for a third time. Gerard moaned in pain each time he was placed in fresh water. Jamia carefully cleaned out each wound and cut. After the third time, she declared he was done and Frank lifted him out and placed him on his own bed. He and Jamia shared the duty of putting salve on and bandaging Gerard. Some of the marks that Frank made were now marred and Frank did not like this. He caressed those wounds with a shaky hand. Once Gerard was bandaged, he left him to sleep. When Frank and Jamia left the room, Frank turned to Jamia. He put his hand on her shoulder and spoke with a voice that chilled her to the bone.
”My friends will be returning with the guy who did this to him. I would not be in the Eastern Hall when they come back if you value your sanity.”
Jamia just nodded and watched as Frank headed to the playroom. He opened the door and sat down in the plush chair. He waited. Jamia left the hall and worked her way to the main room. Abruptly the door to the kitchen banged open and Frank’s friends appeared dragging a man. He was beaten, bloody, and groaning. They smiled at Jamia as they headed towards the playroom. Jamia looked at them remembering what Frank had said and kept going.
***Gerard***
It was the piercing scream that woke Gerard up. He sat up quickly, but regretted it instantly. His whole body ached. He looked around and saw that he was in Frank’s bedroom, on his bed, but not chained. Gerard carefully eased his way down to the end of the bed. He attempted to stand up, but his legs were still weak and he landed on his knees hard once again. He cried out and started to pound his fists against the floor. Why was this happening to him? He just wanted to keep his home and marriage together. He endured Frank because in a way he was…in love with him? No, that could not be true. He hurt Gerard both physically and mentally, but then again he was the one that found him. It was his bed he was in. Gerard remembered him calling out for Frank when he was being raped. He called him Frankie when he found him. Was that love? Gerard did not have time to contemplate anymore when the door opened and he saw Matt. Gerard blushed when he realized he was not wearing anything and covered himself to gain some sort of dignity. Matt took off his shirt and walked over to Gerard. He draped it around his shoulder. Gerard put his aching arms in the sleeves gingerly and Matt buttoned up the front for him. He helped Gerard to his feet and placed an arm around his waist.
”We have a surprise for you.”
Gerard looked at him. Matt started to walk and Gerard tried to step, but his feet hurt so much he lost his balance and would have fallen had Matt not caught him. He looked at Matt with tears in his eyes and Matt understood. He scooped Gerard into his arms and Gerard looped his around Matt’s neck. Matt smiled at him and carried him out of the room and to the playroom. He pushed the door open and Gerard saw Mike sitting in the plush chair. He heard the sounds of screaming again and the crack of a whip. Gerard cringed against Matt and Mike came over to them. Now neither he nor Matt had a shirt and it was Gerard’s fault. Mike placed a hand on Gerard’s thigh comforting him.
”You’re safe now Gee, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
Matt and Mike moved further into the room and Gerard saw Frank. He was covered in sweat and blood spatter. His arm was moving like lightning as he struck Bob over and over again. Bob was a mess of torn skin and rivulets of blood. He looked 100 times worse than Jamia did when Frank was whipping her. Matt placed Gerard in the chair gently. He and Mike flanked him and Gerard had a front row seat to the torture of his rapist. Frank had him strapped to the same table that Gerard had been on. Both Bob’s ankles and wrists were enclosed and he was stretched beyond his limit. Gerard wondered if Frank’s arm was hurting, but it did not look like he was going to stop. Gerard heard Bob scream and plead for mercy. He heard the venom drip from Frank’s mouth.
”Oh. You want mercy? Like the mercy you gave to Gee?! I will give you exactly that type of mercy…..NONE!”
”I-I-I-I-I didn’t know who h-h-h-h-e was! I s-s-s-s-s-wear!”
”Liar.”
It was so quiet slipping from Gerard’s lips that almost no one heard it. Mike and Matt looked at Gerard as his hands gripped the armrest on the chair. His knuckles were turning white with rage. Gerard stood up and although he was in pain he walked across the room. He stopped at the table with the whiskey and saw the silver gleaming on it. He picked it up and continued to the end of the room. Matt and Mike walked slowly behind him. Frank noticed his shadow on the floor and stopped whipping. He looked at Gerard as he passed Frank and stepped up to Bob. He looked at Bob and Bob met his eyes. He saw fear. Good.
”You knew who I was. You called me the Mistress of the house. You even used my name.”
Gerard was speaking barely above a whisper, but his voice could be heard bouncing off the stone walls clear as day. It was stoic and there was a razor's edge to it.
”You said that I deserved what I got. You said I liked it. You called me a slut!”
Now Gerard’s voice was gaining momentum and volume. His words were accompanied by spit and fury.
"YOU TOLD ME TO SCREAM! YOU SAID NO ONE WOULD FIND ME! YOU SAID I WAS YOURS!”
Gerard brought his hand up and the knife, Frank’s knife, twinkled in the light of the lamp. Gerard raised it in an arching motion above his shoulder.
”I ONLY BELONG TO MASTER!!!!!!!”
Bob screamed before the knife even plunged into his thigh. Gerard twisted it and then pulled it out. A chunk of flesh came with it. He did it again to the other thigh. Then he stabbed Bob in the stomach several times. Frank walked up to Gerard and placed a gentle hand on the small of his back. Gerard looked at Frank. His eyes were dark and the lamp light danced across them. He was grinning and they seemed full of pride for Gerard. He reached over and placed his hand over the one Gerard had on the knife. He centered the knife over Bob’s heart.
”Shall we end this together Gee? Then he can never hurt you again.”
Gerard nodded and together they pushed the knife into Bob’s chest. Bob cried out one last time and then he was gone. Gerard let go of the knife and felt dizzy. He began to fall backwards, but Frank caught him. He lifted him up in his arms and Gerard felt safe once again.
”Guys, take care of this please and thanks for the help.”
”No problem Iero, our pleasure all around.”
”Anytime you want to set up another play date, just let us know.”
”Yeah, you know where to find us.”
”I will guys.”
”Bye Gerard.”
”Yeah Bye Gee, take care of yourself.”
Gerard looked at Matt as Mike went to strip the sheet off of the bed.
”I don’t need to, I have Master.”
Frank carried Gerard out of the room as Gerard heard Matt removing the chains. Instead of going into Frank’s room, they continued down to the main area. Gerard saw Robert sitting on the stairs looking awful. When he saw Frank he jumped up and came running over. He grabbed Gerard’s wrist and Gerard winced.
”Oh my God Gee, are you alright? Where did you go? I looked everywhere for you!”
”Not in the forest you didn’t”
Robert looked at Frank when he said this and his eyes got wide.
”Oh geez Gee, you went in there? I hope you didn’t get to hurt.”
”No Robert, I am alright, Frank and his friends found me and took care of me.”
”Oh good. Listen I am sorry about what you saw. They seduced me and I didn’t know what was happening before it did and…”
Gerard reached out and touched Robert’s cheek to quiet his babbling.
”I said it's alright, Frank took care of me.”
”Yeah, now if you’ll get the fuck out of my way, I can continue taking care of him.”
Robert moved and Frank continued up the stairs. He got to the first landing and turned to Robert.
”Oh and until he is fully recovered, the contest is postponed and the contract is suspended.”
Frank didn’t wait for Robert to answer. He turned and continued up the stairs to Gerard’s room. He kicked open the door and entered. He then kicked it closed and brought Gerard to his bed. He lay him down as if he was made of porcelain. Gerard looked up at Frank.
”Frank….”
”Shut up Gee, and don’t argue with your Master. I said you need to rest before the contest can continue."
Gerard looked at Frank again. He was breathing heavily and still covered with blood splatter that was drying now. Gerard looked down at his own shirt, well Matt’s, and saw that he had blood on him as well. How did Robert miss that? Gerard sat up and started to unbutton the shirt on him. Once it was open he reached out and unbuttoned Frank’s shirt. Frank shifted a bit so that he was facing Gerard with his body with one leg on the bed. Gerard carefully moved over to Frank and climbed into his lap. Frank circled his arms around Gerard’s waist, but added no pressure. Gerard placed his arms around Frank’s neck and put his head on his shoulder. They sat there chests pressed together in each other’s arms till Gerard fell asleep.