Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 37: Darling I Want To Destroy You

***Gabe***

Gabriel woke up in the alley behind the whorehouse. He groaned and opened his one good eye. The other was swollen shut. His ribs were tender, but somehow not broken. His head was killing him though. He used the wall to get to his knees and push up to his feet. He swayed a little and crashed into the garbage cans, but managed to stay vertical. He looked up and his vision turned to vertigo, even with one eye. He knew he needed to get to a safer place to lie down, but he could not go home in this state.

"That fucking bitch!"

Gabriel spat as he complained to the air and a gob of blood hit the pavement. He could not go back to his wife like this. She would never believe he got into a random fight at the gentleman's club and it was too early to claim he was mugged. He patted himself down and realized that he may be able to claim it after all, his billfold was missing! He took it! Fuck, he needed it back, the mortgage was in it! Gabriel tried the door next to him that he was thrown out of, but not surprisingly it was locked. He looked around and saw the back porch. There was a trellis with vines blooming off of it. The lattice reached up to the second floor. Gabriel looked at with his half vision. It did not look that hard to scale. There was a room to the left that was dark. He could sneak in there and maybe find a way to wash up a bit and then get his money back from that poor excuse of a man. Once Gabriel made up his mind he moved over to the side of the porch. He gripped the lattice, testing it for strength. Once he was sure it would hold his weight he hoisted himself up and began the upward climb.

***Christa***

It took every ounce of will power that Christa had to keep her in that wardrobe. The sight before her was incredible and she was salivating to join in. Her simple lace panties were soaked completely through as she watched the three men taking total control of Gerard, but that was not what was turning her on. She had seen men taking control before countless times when walking through the whorehouse with Madame. No, it was watching Gerard surrender one hundred percent to their every desire and enjoying every minute of it. Another moan pushed Christa out of her thoughts and placed them back in the room. At that moment Gerard was being fucked by Master Iero on all fours while the two others, Matt and Mike apparently, took turns getting sucked off by Gerard. Now Christa considered herself a bit of a cock connoisseur. She definitely had had her share of shapes and sizes. It was not her favorite thing to do, but she knew she could suck a john off well enough to earn a little extra coin. Gerard, though, he sounded like he loved it. She could tell in the way he took care of each of them and made sure that each one was serviced properly. He also did different things to each one that he knew they liked. Christa noticed that Gerard did long strokes and licks to Mike's shaft, paying particular attention to the vein. For Matt, he stayed around the head and concentrated on licking just under the edge. This really impressed Christa, plus she does not think that they told him that they like it. Gerard just listened to what made them cry out and did those actions the most. He still varied though, testing new ideas out and waiting for a reaction. Christa watched as Frank cried out and came, pushing deep into Gerard. He finished out his orgasm and then hopped off the bed. He did up his pants and sat down at the chair by the desk just out of Christa's vision. Then Matt pulled away from Gerard's mouth and took Master Iero's place. He pushed in and Gerard backed up to meet him.

"Fucking hell, Gee, how are you so tight still after Iero just fucked you?"

"Told you, Matt, he's the perfect fuck, always tight no matter what. Find a whore that can pull that off."

"Fuck no, they get all wet and you practically slide out of them and lose all the pressure around your cock. It really sucks."

"Hey, Iero, let us know if you ever get tired of Gee, we will gladly take him off your hands."