Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 9: I Know A Thing About Contrition

Supper tasted better then he thought it would. Gerard had never been fond of vegetables, although he ate his fair share of them to keep his figure looking good. As much as he loved Robert he noticed that the steady diet of meat and potatoes and very little vegetables was starting to take a toll on Robert's physique. Frank on the other hand looked lean in his arms and legs and seemed to have a fairly flat stomach. Gerard wondered if this could be achieved by just eating vegetables or if Frank indulged in other things once in a while to maintain a balance. Perhaps he would ask him when the mood was lighter. As he worked his way to the bottom of the perfectly roasted and seasoned acorn squash Gerard began to develop a thirst. He stopped eating and lifted his gaze to the chair that Frank was sitting in. Frank was flitting back and forth between watching him and Jamia eat. He caught Frank's eyes and flushed immediately. He could imagine what he looked like eating off the floor like a common animal.

"Did you want to speak Gerard?"

Gerard was surprised by the softness in Frank's tone and relaxed a little. He nodded his head and waited for permission. Frank, in turn, nodded his head, gesturing permission.

"I find myself thirsty F-F-Sir."

Gerard was still not completely use to calling Frank Sir yet. Frank smirked and rose form the chair. He went over to the trolley and returned with a bottle of wine in one hand and a silver bowl filled with water in another. Frank took a long pull from the bottle and Gerard watched as some of the red wine dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin. He licked his lips at the precious ruby liquid. Frank stopped drinking and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He walked up to Gerard and waved the bottle at him.

"Thirsty huh? Well, Gerard, you can have the water in the bowl like the good pet that you are or you can have some of the wine, which will it be?"

Frank lifted the bottle back to his mouth with another smirk and drank deeply once more. Gerard looked hungrily at the wine escaping his mouth again.

"Please Sir, I would like some wine."

Frank stopped pulling from the bottle and placed it on the table. He brought the bowl of water over to Jamia and placed in front of her. She immediately began drinking from it sating her thirst. Frank picked up the bottle again and came back over to Gerard. Gerard sat on his knees expecting to receive some kind of vessel to drink from but saw Frank empty handed other that the wine.

"Sit up straight and tip your head up."

Gerard did as he was told. He shifted his position so that he was sitting with his back straight and tipped his head back so that he was looking up at Frank. With no warning, Frank poured the wine onto Gerard's face. Gerard gasped and sputtered as the wine spilled into his nose, eyes, and ran into his ears. He brought his head down and shook it out coughing. Frank let out a high pitched giggle that made him sound slightly maniacal.

"Oops, I forgot to tell you to open your mouth."

Gerard looked back at him and made a face that made Frank laugh even more.

"Shall we try this again?"

Gerard wanted to say something crude, but thought better of it and resumed the same position, but with his mouth open this time. Frank began to pour the wine again, this time aiming for Gerard's open mouth. When the first real mouthful hit him the true flavour of the wine bloomed against his tongue and he let out an involuntary groan and shut his eyes. This was not from their collection. He had never tasted wine this full before while living here with Robert. His groan made his cock twitch and caused blood to rush to it, tightening the ring around the shaft and his balls further. Still uncomfortable, but tolerable. He continued to swallow as fast as he could losing some of the liquid down his chin and onto his chest. The wine kept coming, even though Gerard's thirst was long gone. He started to feel heady from the alcohol and tried to motion to Frank that he had had enough, but without being able to speak, this seemed to be impossible. The wine finally stopped and Gerard closed his mouth and licked his lips. He opened his eyes and saw that the wine had stopped because the bottle was empty. Frank was looking down at him with hunger and lust. Gerard gulped in some much-needed air and looked away. Frank brought his fingers under Gerard's chin and forced it back up to meet his gaze once more.