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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Jamia_Nestor, Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Jamia_Nestor, Bob_Bryar, Sadist!Frank, Master!Frank_-
      Character, Submissive!Jamia, Pete_Wentz, Patrick_Stump, Ray_Toro, Ryan
      Ross
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, Sadism, S&M, Sex_Toys, Rough_Sex, Orgasm_Delay/Denial,
      Humiliation, Moving, Forced_Separation, First_Meetings, Past_Character
      Death, Confessions, Past_Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Secrets
  Series:
      Part 46 of MCR_Hentai_Fan_Fic, Part 2 of Bondage_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-09 Updated: 2018-03-08 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2767
****** Bondage Mansion II ~ Bondage Master ******
by momiji_neyuki
Summary
     So here he was now, getting out of a cop car, wrapped in only a
     blanket with his mother standing at the door, confused. The cops
     explained everything and Linda took it all in stride. She thanked the
     police officers and then her and Frank watched them leave. She then
     turned to her only son.
     ”Well what do you have to say for yourself, Frank?”
     ”Do you think I will get my rope back?”
Notes
     Hey everyone!
     So one of the things that I have alWays been proud of was the first
     major fic, Bondage_Mansion. It is truly a roller coaster of emotions
     where you hate characters in the beginning, then you learn to love
     them and before you know it your are yelling at me for their
     treatment and ultimate fate. Yeah and I still get yelled at to this
     day, even though I said in the first chapter that what happens in the
     hentai will be happening in the fic. Some people just don't get it.
     My husband, who passed aWay on the 29th of Jan, we my sounding board
     for the original Bondage Mansion and he read the first chapter for
     the sequel. He was excited for this and it is becasue of his love and
     encouragement that I am continuing to write and putting this up on
     the anniversary of the original Bondage Mansion.
     This fic is dedicated to several people. First
     ***MyChemicalFallOutBoyRomance*** for being my beat on old fics and
     new ones. I know with her help this fic is going to be amazing and
     grammatically correct. ^0^
     Next my best friend from across the pond my Clueless!Gee. I have the
     most fics written with her for the last three years in March. I don't
     see us stopping either, but she has been very encouraging in
     everything I write.
     My Fiesty Fluffy!Patrick, who is also my sunshine!Gee. We don't have
     many fics together, but what we have is full of emotions, drama , and
     humor. It is harder for us to write, but when we do it is magic.
     Finally, someone that has been with me since the beginning. My lovely
     fic pet and daughter in law, since she is married to Bondage Mansion,
     has been one of my biggest supporters and continues to be.
     Okay, so just one last thing. This fic will connect with the first
     Bondage Mansion at some point so just bare with me. It will be a slow
     burn in some Ways, but others it will be a similar wild ride. I
     suggest you strap in and stay till the end to find out. ^-^
     Title of the first chapter taken from Miss Me ~ Frank Iero and the
     Patience.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The Place Where We End *****
”No, please no! Don’t send me away!”
”That’s enough, Jamia! Look what he’s done to you! He’s brainwashed you!”
”No, no, I love him! Master! Master! MASTER!”
Frank woke up in a cold sweat. He looked around and realized he was on the
train. He looked out the window of his car. It was sometime in the afternoon
and the Autumn sun was high in the sky. He grabbed for the bottle of water he
had near him. Taking a long swig, he then gasped and wiped his mouth.
”Fuck.”
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Jamia had been his first girlfriend. She
was his best friend first. They were thick as thieves. Then came the romance.
Then came the training. It wasn’t like Frank turned into a sadistic fuck
overnight. Like any couple, they watched movies and experimented. They looked
up ideas online and then tried them out. There was just one small problem.
Neither of them were 18. That didn’t do well when her father caught them with
her tied up and Frank’s cock in her ass and a vibrator at full speed in her
pussy. She was at the point of delirium after having multiple orgasms and
pissing herself. They remembered the special rubber sheets they bought online
with her mother’s credit card but Frank didn’t think that her dad would be
interested in them being responsible. He wasn’t even wearing a condom cause
one: you can’t get pregnant through your ass and two, they were each other’s
firsts and only.
All this didn’t matter though as Frank was ripped out of his girlfriend and
punched hard in the stomach. Jamia protested through the gag and wiggled around
trying to free her bonds. Meanwhile, her father had beaten Frank up pretty
good. There were phone calls made and the police arrived. By this time though
Jamia was undone and yelling at her father calling him more prolific names then
Frank had ever heard. The police, surprisingly, were willing to listen;
especially since Jamia was six months older than Frank which made her one
number higher in age. Jamia’s father screamed about statutory rape and wanting
to incarcerate Frank, but the officers explained that while they were both
under 18, it would be Jamia that would get in trouble if charges were pressed
since she was the oldest and the responsible one. Also that he could be
arrested for the black eye that Frank was sporting if Frank wanted to press
charges. This infuriated her father and he threw the cops out along with
Frank…wrapped in a blanket. The cops looked at the boy and offered him a lift
home. He declined since he was only a few houses down but they insisted. So
here he was now, getting out of a cop car, wrapped in only a blanket with his
mother standing at the door, confused. The cops explained everything and Linda
took it all in stride. She thanked the police officers and then her and Frank
watched them leave. She then turned to her only son.
”Well what do you have to say for yourself, Frank?”
”Do you think I will get my rope back?”
A week later he did along with all his items from Jamia’s home. He was also
informed that the Nestors were moving away and that Frank could never see or
talk to Jamia again. Of course this happened while Jamia and him were saying
goodbye and hugging. Her father was yelling to get off his daughter and Jamia
flipped him the finger. She promised to write and he screamed ‘no she won’t’.
He honked his horn and demanded she get back in the car. Jamia leaned over and
kissed Frank and whispered in his ear that she loved him and that they would
see each other again one day. Then she climbed into the car and as they were
leaving she rolled out the window and yelled.
”Goodbye, Master.”
Frank smiled through his tears. He knew if he saw Jamia again it would be many
years from now. He picked up his box of toys and carried them into the house.
”Next stop Tarrytown . Tarrytown is the next stop, folks.”
Frank stood up and grabbed his duffle. He made sure he had everything else from
his seat and waited for the train to get to the station. When it pulled in, he
stepped off and looked around. The country was very different from the city. He
breathed in the fresh air and sighed. He needed to buy smokes.
”Hey, you Frank?”
Frank turned and saw a tall…well, everyone was tall to Frank, blonde with a
light beard.
”Yeah, that’s me.”
”Hey, I’m Bob. I’ve come to bring you to the boarding house.”
”Oh thanks, man.”
Bob led him to the car in the parking lot.
”So your other stuff arrived last night. I put everything in your room.”
”That was cool of you, man. Can I, like, buy you pizza and beer as thanks?”
”Pizza and beer?”
”Sure, that’s how Italians thank people for doing shit for them.”
Bob laughed.
”Good to know and yeah, there is some decent pizza in town.”
”Great!”
The two men headed away from the train station and onto the main road to lunch.
***** Meet and Greet *****
Chapter Summary
     ”So where is your husband?”
     Gerard dropped the glass he was cleaning into the sink and it
     shattered. He picked up a piece and cut his finger. Frank quickly put
     Gerard’s hand under the water to wash away the blood.
     ”Are you alright?”
     ”Yes, I should out a bandage on this. Please excuse me.”
Chapter Notes
     Hey everyone.
     So i decided that every 8th of the month I will put up the new
     chapter of this. it gives me time to really focus on each chapter and
     make it the best possible. ^-^
     So Frank meets the other residence of the Manor and of course Gerard.
     How will the first meeting be and who are the residence? Is there
     anything special about them? Read and find out! ^-^
     Please enjoy guys.
”So how does it feel to live in Sleepy Hollow?”
Bob took a sip of his beer after swallowing his last bite of pizza.
”Not much different until Halloween. Then the place is filled with tourists and
it gets pretty crazy.”
Sweet! So are you in school too?”
”Yeah, I’m getting ready to transfer though. Been at SUNY Westchester for two
years.”
”Same, my grades were shit to get into the place I wanted to so I decided this
was a good way to pad them.”
”What are you going for?”
Frank took a sip of his own beer and wiped his mouth with his napkin.
”Honestly…I’m not even sure. I mean I used to want to be a psychologist but…”
”Yeah, I get you. Shit changes and you suddenly realize maybe you want
something more.”
”Exactly.”
Bob looked at the clock as he stretched.
”Well shall we get going?”
”Yeah, I’m excited to see this place.”
They headed out of the pizza joint and back to the car. It was not that far a
drive and Frank questioned why they didn’t just walk.
”I was out doing errands for Gerard and said I would swing by the train station
and grab you.”
”Ah, well I like that shit is close enough to walk.”
”Yeah so does Gerard.”
Frank was about to ask who Gerard was when they pulled up to what Frank could
only describe as the cutest and spookiest looking house he had ever seen.
”Welcome to McCracken Manor.”
”Damn.”
”I know, right?”
Bob parked and got out. Frank got out of his side and looked at the place
again. It could easily fit in any gothic story. There was a charm to it though
that he could not put his finger on.
”Bobby, you’re back.”
”I told you not to call me that, Wentz.”
”Oh stop, you know you love it and who is this enchanting and handsome creature
you brought with you?”
Frank looked up and saw a woman…no wait, he was a man…no wait…
”Hieeee! I’m Peter, but you can call me Pete or Panda.”
The indescribable creature came bounding out of the gate of the manor and up to
Frank. He was wearing the tightest jeans Frank had ever seen and a crop top
with little pink flowers on it. Pete had small barrettes in his hair shaped
like birds that held most of it back but a swoop of bangs still fell forward
giving him this look of…Frank couldn’t even describe it.
”Uh, hi, I’m Frank.”
”Frankie! Oh are you the new boarder? We have been talking about you for weeks
now! Everyone is so excited to meet you!”
”Thanks, I think?”
Pete grabbed onto Frank pulled him to the sidewalk.
”Come on! Let me introduce you to everyone!”
Frank looked at Bob, pleading with him for help, but Bob just gave a small
amused smile and Frank knew he was screwed. Pete dragged him into the large
house and into a living area. There were three people sitting on the sofa
watching TV.
”Hey everyone, look what I got!”
They all looked up and Frank just wanted to hide.
”This is Frankie, our newest tenant!”
”Uh…just Frank is fine.”
”Nonsense! So the cutie with the hat on is Pattycakes.”
”Patrick.”
”Yeah and the sweetie with flowers on his vest is Ry Ry!”
”Ryan is good, thanks.”
”And finally the one with the awesome curly hair is Ray!”
”You don’t get a name?”
Ray looked at Frank and shrugged.
”Not much you can do with Ray I guess.”
Frank nodded sagely.
”Peter, what is with all the noise?”
Frank looked away from the sofa at the new person entering the room. He had to
take a moment to remember to breathe. He was dressed in all black including his
hair. His clothing was fitting, not too tight and just on the border of
professional, but still comfortable.
”Ah, Frankie, this is Gee! Gee, this is Frankie our new boarder!”
”Gee.”
”Ah, sorry, Pete prefers lots of nicknames. I’m Gerard McCracken, owner of the
manor. Welcome, Frank.”
Gerard held out his hand and Frank took it. It was soft and a little moist.
Frank noticed when they connected both men shivered a bit.
”Ooooh, they had a moment!”
”Shut up, Pete, and go turn the heat up.”
Pete nodded at what Patrick said and bounded away. Frank realized that he was
still holding Gerard’s hand.
”Sorry, that was an…interesting introduction.”
Gerard giggled a little and wiped his hand on his apron, which was also black.
”I was doing dishes when I heard the commotion.”
”Ah, no worries.”
”So would you like to see your room?”
”Yes please.”
Gerard motioned for him to follow and Frank did toward a set of stairs.
”All the rooms are upstairs except for myself and my brother. We have a
bathroom on the first floor and three upstairs.”
”So how many people live here?”
”Well not including myself and Mikey, there are six, seven of you now.”
”Wow, that is a lot?”
”Not really, it used to be ten, but…”
Gerard stopped talking and moving. Frank went to say something, but whatever
Gerard was thinking was gone now.
”Anyway, I placed you at the end of the hall. Your room is next to Matt’s but
he is rarely here. “
Gerard pulled a set of keys out and, finding the correct one, opened the door.
He stood aside so Frank could walk in. All his stuff was set neatly in the
center of the room. There was a bare twin bed, a desk and chair, a night stand,
and an empty standing shelf and closet.
”I hope this will be alright for you.”
Frank looked away from the room and at Gerard smiling.
”It’s perfect.”
”Well then I will leave you to unpack. I serve breakfast and dinner. Usually no
one is here for lunch.”
”Sounds good. When is dinner?”
”Six and again at eight for the ones in evening classes.”
”Great, well then I will see you at six.”
”Wonderful and once again welcome, Frank.”
Gerard gave him a small smile and then left, closing the door. Frank watched
the closed door for a few more minutes and then turned to his task of
unpacking.
*
*
*
”I am so full.”
”Yeah, Gee, that was amazing.”
”Thanks, guys.”
Gerard stood up and started to clear the table. Frank grabbed his dish, rising
too.
”Here let me help.”
”Oh no, that is not necessary, Frank.”
”Please, I insist.”
Gerard relented and let Frank collect the dishes as he brought the leftovers
into the kitchen to wrap up.
”Where did you learn to cook like that?”
”My grandmother taught me.”
”Well I must thank her.”
”She passed years ago, but thank you just the same.”
”Oh, I’m sorry that was careless of me to assume…”
”No, really it’s alright. It was a mess for a while, but I am better now.”
”Yeah, I was pretty bad when my grandfather died too.”
Gerard gave Frank that small smile again and It made Frank feel better. He
stood next to Gerard as he turned the water on and checked the temperature.
They ended up doing the dishes side by side quietly. At one point Frank noticed
a ring that was hidden under soapy fingers.
”So where is your husband?”
Gerard dropped the glass he was cleaning into the sink and it shattered. He
picked up a piece and cut his finger. Frank quickly put Gerard’s hand under the
water to wash away the blood.
”Are you alright?”
”Yes, I should out a bandage on this. Please excuse me.”
Gerard quickly left the kitchen. Frank watched him go, wondering what that was
all about. He carefully cleaned the glass up with a paper towel and threw it
out. He made sure the sink was cleaned and finished the dishes. He was drying
his hands when someone entered the kitchen.
”He died.”
Frank turned and saw Bob. He had his bag from school and placed it on the
kitchen table.
”Who died?”
”Gerard’s husband. He died almost three years ago.”
”Oh man, I didn’t know. I hope I didn’t upset him.”
”It’s cool, he will be alright. He’ll probably go talk to his brother.”
”So wait…the black isn’t a fashion statement?”
Bob grabbed the wrapped leftovers out of the fridge and plated them up. He put
the dish in the microwave and started it.
”No, he’s in mourning still.”
”Wow, that is a long time.”
”I was told that Bert was something special and when he died it crushed
Gerard.”
”How terrible. What happened, do you know?”
”Heart attack.”
”Damn…wait, heart attack? Gerard doesn’t look that old, how old was his
husband?”
Bob gave a small laugh as the microwave dinged. He carefully pulled the plate
out and placed it on the table.
”Dude, Gerard is gonna be 30 this year.”
”No fucking way!”
”Yup, I mean Bert was not much older than Gerard so it was a surprise that he
passed and Gerard took it hard. Mikey said he was a mess for the first year,
going back to how he was when their grandmother died. He got better though and
here he is almost two years later.”
”Wow.”
”Yeah.”
Frank kind of understood why there was no drinking in the house rule now. He
sat down across from Bob.
”He looks so young.”
”I know, when I met him I thought he was one of the boarders. He looks like he
could be one of us for sure.”
Frank sat and talked with Bob a few more minutes and then headed toward the
stairs and started up. He stopped a few up and looked down the hall that held
Gerard and his brother’s rooms. He wondered which one was which. There were no
lights on under any doors and he was concerned about how the…older man was
doing. Frank figured he would ask Bob tomorrow and continued up the stairs. He
got to the top and headed down to his room. He went in and grabbed the stuff he
needed to take a quick shower. Exiting after undressing and putting on a
bathrobe, he headed to the bathroom. He grabbed the door and tried to open it
but it wouldn’t budge. Frank put his bathing stuff down and tried again. This
time he pulled hard enough that the door handle slipped out of his hand and he
went back crashing against the door across from it.
”Son of a bitch!”
Frank lost his balance further as the door opened and he slipped down onto his
back. He looked up and saw Ray staring down at him.
”Can I help you?”
”Yeah, you can tell me why the bathroom door is stuck.”
Ray looked up from Frank at the door he pointed to and then back down.
”Easy, that is not the bathroom.”
Frank looked at the door and then back up at Ray.
”Oh, my bad.”
Ray helped Frank up.
”That’s a storage room, but it is always locked.”
”Oh.”
Ray showed Frank where the bathroom was and then went back into his room. Frank
felt kind of stupid now as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind
him.
End Notes
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