Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 21: A Drink For The....

***Gerard***

"Ahhhhh."

Gerard was enjoying an evening bath. The perfumed water and the glass of Frank's red wine were working together to relax all the kinks out of his muscles. His arms hung loosely over the side of the vassal and the glass of half-drunk wine was just in reach of his fingertips. He sighed and tipped his head back feeling the cool metal on the back of his neck. The vassal was specially made to cradle the neck so that hair washing would be easier. A deep basin was left at the end of the vassal to catch the water that Gerard cascaded through his hair. He ducked under the water for a brief time and when he came back up he carded his fingers through his hair loving the feel of the silky strands. Gerard sighed again, but for a different reason. Tonight was Robert's last night with him and Robert had done little more than normal since Gerard came back. Gerard rubbed his hands over his face and shook out his hair. He lifted himself out of the vassal and stood up straight. He reached for his towel and wrapped it around himself as he carefully stepped out of the water. Feet on the ground, he bent over and towelled off his legs, working his way up to his thighs. He dried his hips and groin carefully and then his chest and arms. Finally, he flipped his head over and wound the towel around his hair. He brought his head back up with a twist of the towel on top. Gerard walked over to his bed and picked up his dressing gown and donned it. He wrapped it around him and tied the sash tight. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his figure. He had a small waist that most women would kill for. He was careful with what he ate, but not so much that he did not indulge once in a while. He brought one of his legs out of the opening. It was slender and still smooth. Even though Frank had forced him to shave, he decided he liked it and kept it up. His arms were toned and he had a little muscle to show for his masculinity, but not enough that they did not look shapely in the right outfit. He reached up and caressed his neck. It was pale and the skin was soft from the oil. He could still faintly see the marks from Jamia's collar. He knew he buckled it too tightly on purpose. He wanted to be able to see the mark when it was gone.

Gerard thought back to before supper when Frank had caught him, 'caught?' with Robert by the stairs. Gerard's first instinct was to hit his knees. Had Frank ingrained that in him in only three days? Why was he so at ease in that position? Gerard was still confused about a lot of things, but he knew he needed to sort them out before they clouded his judgment. He was still going to choose Robert no matter what. Robert worked hard to keep what they had and achieved more than his father ever did. Why should Frank be allowed to just take what he has not earned? Despite how his body felt around Frank, his mind was still resolved. Gerard gave the mirror one last approving look and walked out of his room.

***Frank***

Frank yawned as he stretched his arms above his head. He rose from the desk and arched his back feeling the satisfaction of the bones popping back into place. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. The mistakes that Robert was making had astounded him. So much potential income lost because of poor miscalculations or not enough guts to argue the contract. He walked away from the desk and stood in front of the fireplace. The Study had a draft coming from somewhere so the fire was a welcome addition for him. Despite the slight breeze, it was hot enough that Frank had taken off his shirt and just wore his sleep pants. He had them specially made after encountering a foreigner who had told him about the light clothing from his country. It was a breathable fabric that left little to the imagination if the wearer did not choose undergarments. Frank, of course, could care less about modesty. Besides, the fabric felt good as it graced his cock and balls. Frank was into anything that felt good. Before he came in here he had himself a bath and asked Jamia to fetch him masculine oil. It wasn't that he thought flowers were for women, but he did enjoy a muskier aroma for himself. He allowed Jamia to help him apply it so that he would not have to bend down. It felt good feeling her hands slick with the golden liquid pushing it into his muscles and gliding over the many inked works he had on his skin. Sailor's markings they called them at the whore house. Frank was no sailor, but he knew what he liked and sought out a person to make it happen. His first is one people rarely saw. A symbol to represent when he was born. Although Robert and he were twins, they were born on different days. Robert came into this world on October 30 at close to the witching hour, but Frank, Frank was born right at the witching hour. This was a fact that he carried as a badge of honour and the leering face of the Jack O' Lantern on his back even more proof. After that, he got bolder and began to decorate his arms and chest. Nothing too shocking on his arms and he could always wear long sleeve shirts, but he could roll them up when he needed that intimidation factor. For the most part, no one but whores saw him without his shirt. He didn't care about their opinions unless they were smart enough to not ask where he sailed. Those are the ones that he hurt the most for their lack of imagination.