Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 16: I Saw Red

"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 set 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 position of the mirror 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.

'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 than 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 it 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.