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Title: Bondage Mansion
Pairings: Gerard/Bert, Gerard/Frank
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Bloodplay, Bondage, D/s, Humiliation, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Kinbaku, Collars, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Facials, Torture, Sick and Twisted Fluff, Implied Mprg.
Summary: Frank wants to play
Disclaimer: They are a band and they will always be a band to me, there fore I cannot and do not own them.
Author’s Note: So it was bound to happen, I got my first negative criticism and I of course freaked out. As you can tell, I do not do good with negative things. Constructive is fine, but negative goes to the wrong place. As a submissive anything negative requires punishment. After talking with a friend and then reading what someone wrote after seeing that they got kudos for their story it made me want to write again. In this chapter I sort of "Mary Sue'd" myself in Gerard. His punishment was mine and it breathed new life in me.
Comment please, even the negative ones, let me know how much you like/hate my story.
Beta'd by my amazing friend Trixgrl from AO3. ^-^
A Visitor In The Storm
An Unsure Ally
Taste The Soup
A Frank Remembrance
A Hard Surprise
It's Supper Time
I Know a Thing About Contrition"
Red Sky In Morning
Tears were streaming down Gerard's cheeks as he sat in the painful position on his knees bound in an intricate rope tie. Apparently some exotic girl in the place where Frank lived taught him how to use rope to tie people up, but not just binding their hands and feet. No, this type of tying had the rope almost like clothing on the body. No matter how much it hurt, Gerard could not help looking down at the design. He wished he had a mirror so that he could get a full picture. Instead he could only go by what little he could see and feel. He knew that his wrists were bound to his feet with a line of rope between them. He also knew another rope ran doubled between his ass cheeks and tucked either side of his inner thighs. He could not see it, but there was like a rope cage over his cock because the rope kept pressing into it and causing additional pressure on top of the rubber ring forcing him to stay hard. Oh, and he was hard. He was shocked that he was aroused by what Frank had done to him. He never thought that this kind of pain could be exciting or arousing for him. It still hurt, oh God did it hurt, but the behind the pain was something else, something dull and growing. A feeling, a want, a longing, and Gerard could not figure out what it was. He could feel the rope digging into his chest, in a sideways figure eight pattern that centered around his nipples. They were red and swollen from Frank pulling on them and twisting them.
( Gerard Lost Track Of TimeCollapse )