Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 35: Moving In Circles

***Frank***

Life is certainly a fucked up thing. At one point in Frank's life he was not sure how he was going to get to the next day and then one day he could not imagine ever living like that. He certainly never imagined that he would be sitting in a carriage with Gerard looking prim and proper and perfectly respectable...to those that only looked in from outside. Inside, Frank knew that he was a writhing mess. If one got close enough to him, which fuck you he was Frank's property, one could see the several ropes biting into his skin in different places. One could also make out the outline of the hard on that would not go away because of the well placed cock ring encircling it. Finally, thanks to Mikey, the rubber plug that he sits upon that would not be removed until Frank decided so. Yes, all these delicious thoughts ran through Frank's mind and he watched Gerard look at the scenery out the window and heard him wince each time a bump was hit. Satisfaction was the name of this game and so far Frank had been winning.

The hours leading up to this moment seem to speed right on by yesterday. After Robert arrived home, it was announced that Frank and Gerard would be leaving the house tomorrow for an excursion into town. Mikey was going to stay and use Robert's office while he was at work. Of course Robert had no objection to this, but he also had no idea that Mikey was going to use Jamia as well. Honestly Frank was grateful for Mikey taking Jamia off his hands. This way she could go back to being a servant for him and he did not have to worry about her praise. Mikey took good care of that if the marks on her body this morning were any indication. Mikey was a fast learner and took all of Frank's lessons to heart, well almost all. He never thought that he would find someone who understood how he thought. It was almost a comfort in camaraderie.

Frank was jolted from his thoughts when the carriage hit the city line, literally. Gerard let out a cry of pain as the carriage hit a rock particularly hard. Even Frank had winced and pounded on the roof of the carriage to alert the driver.

"Take care up there, you are causing great discomfort to your Masters!"

"Yes sir, sorry sir, won't happen again."

Frank turned to Gerard who had a tear running down his cheek.

"Thank you, Master, but I am alright."

"Bullshit, Gee, that shit hurt me, I can only imagine what it did to you."

"Master is too kind."

"Yeah, well, you won't think that later on."

Gerard blushed at this comment and it made Frank smile with the thoughts of what was to happen. Right now though, he had to get in a business frame of mind. They were nearing their first stop, one of Frank's many factories. The carriage came to a halt and Frank waited for the door to be opened. He stepped out and then held a hand out for Gerard. Gerard took it and smiled. Frank smiled back and they made their way to the front door.

"Boss, so glad you could make it today."

"No problem Charlie, what's going on?"

***Gerard***

Frank and Charlie walked ahead of Gerard, laying out whatever difficulty was happening that needed Frank's immediate attention. Gerard stayed respectfully behind trying to get use to walking in the, well getup that he was in. Each time he moved the ropes pulled tauter on his inner thighs and general groin area. He suppressed any noises of discomfort as he wanted to alert no one to what was going on. In some way he was enjoying the attention that came from Frank being the only one that knew why he walked a little slower or held his body a little more prim. Of course he was expected to have perfect posture anyway, at least in the public eye, but this made him much more aware of it.