Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Sorry it took so long for ch. 14, but I had to think about how to go about writing it. Judging by some of the reviews, I guess I did the right thing. ^_^ I also got the best news anyone can ever get--I\'m finally got orders outta here to Japan, of all places!! I can\'t wait!! ^_^ I know you might strangle me for this, but I do have to tell about what happened to the others after they got away from Relena, right? Hope you like it, I kinda added an OC on the fly to round this chapter out. But I doubt I\'ll use him again... hope you enjoy it! More free-love goodness! :3 --EM

Ch. 15

The four boys ran out of the northern entrance to the pavilion with Relena in hot pursuit. She was shouting frantically for them to stop. “Com’on, guys, now that all of you are altogether, I have something planned for all of you! You can all be my cabana boys!” she yelled. “Hell, no, you crazy bitch!” Heero shouted behind him in response, “That’s no fuckin’ different than what’s going on for you at home!” “But who wants to see old men in bikinis?” she retorted. The image flashed for a split second in Heero’s mind, nearly making him slow down before he picked up his speed. “Still, my answer is no!” he shouted.

Trowa noticed they were coming upon some of the guests’ living quarters. There was a bush that covered a gap. Since they had a decent lead on Relena, he pointed to the bushes and said, “Quick, in there! The bushes will hide us!” They all ran in, Wufei being last, holding the bush open for Quatre to get through to protect his dress. The blonde was running pretty well in those lace-up sandals, he thought before he jumped in. They made it between the buildings just time, for Relena tore around the corner not five seconds later. Heero and Trowa peeked out from the bushes, seeing that familiar gaudy pink leather outfit of Relena’s. For wearing four-inch heels, the girl kept up with them fairly well, but she couldn’t take corners on a dime like the boys could. “Damn it, where are they?! All I wanted was to play with Heero today! I even had extras for the boys!” Heero rolled his eyes, and the others shook their heads. She continued running ahead. Thankfully, the bushes covering the narrow space were the only vegetation there, and it resembled a small alley. “What’s over there?” Quatre whispered, pointing back behind him. “A courtyard for this set of buildings, I think,” Trowa said. Quatre walked towards the opposite end, since he was the closest. He pushed the bush aside, but he tripped on some roots and stumbled across a patron’s pool lounge chair. “Oh!” he exclaimed as he fell over a man’s shoulders. The pool was apparently very close to the buildings, and barely allowed any space for lounge chairs on that side of the pool. His face nearly met the man’s crotch, and the back of his blue dress flew up over his ass, exposing it and revealing matching hip-hugging bikini underwear.

Quatre struggled to get up, legs flailing, but the man helped him up and over his shoulders, setting him into his lap. “Oh ho, what have we here? Aren’t you a cute little thing?” the man grinned. Quatre pushed his hair out of his eyes, and looked into a pair of dark blue eyes. “Uh, hi there…” he said nervously. The man had shocking red hair, and full, kissable lips. He also had a bronze chiseled physique, and he was wearing a blue boy-cut bikini that was molded to his thighs. “Wow, and to think I would be lonely today, and here a cute thing falls into my lap. What’s your name? Mine’s Jean.” “Uh, Quatre, sir, I’m one of the slaves here.” “You look like you were hiding from someone. You look like a scared kitten.” Jean said. “Maybe I can calm you down,” he said with a sly grin. He leaned over and started kissing Quatre on his neck. Shivers ran down the boy’s spine, and he squirmed, moaning. Then Jean’s hands moved over Quatre’s body, rubbing his cloth-covered stomach, then up to his nipples which were visible under the thin blue fabric. He tweaked them, the texture of the material giving wonderful sensations. Quatre started breathing heavily, and he relaxed in the man’s arms. His legs, tucked to his chest and closed at first, spread open. “You like that, huh? Let’s see what else you can do…” He reached down and rubbed Quatre’s hardness through the silky underwear. He felt the slight dampness of precum, and the boy’s cheeks sliding over his own hardness. “You’re so responsive,” he whispered, “you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met…somebody must adore you as much as I\'m starting to.”

The other three boys in the bushes shook their heads. Their friend can be such a slut at times, especially in a dress. He liked them for how easy the access can be, and so did Treize whenever he took the boy on a stroll through the grounds. “We have to go get him away from that guy before he steps on some major toes,” Trowa whispered. When they overheard the man asking Quatre to spend the night with him, Heero made the motion to go out there. “I’m sorry, but he can’t do that; he belongs to someone else. We all do.” Quatre’s face brightened. “Hi, guys! I stumbled across this really nice gentleman, see?” he said, blushing. “Yeah, we heard and saw,” Wufei smirked. “You know Master Treize will be pissed when he finds out.” Jean gasped as the others stood in front of him. “You-you mean, you’re Treize’s top five? Oh, man I had no idea! I’m so, so sorry, little one!” he said as he straightened out Quatre’s dress and sat him in a more ‘ladylike’ manner. “I heard that no one’s allowed to touch his servants unless you had the man’s blessing and a shit-load of cash. Yeah, I’ve done business with him as far as upgrading his entertainment system and computers, but you have to be a major money player to be able to rent out one of you guys for just one night, money I don’t have. I have enough for to stay a week and get one of the ones that rank between 30 and 50, or just settle for some one way down the line—after saving for six months.” Jean said. “Please, send Mr. Kushrenada my apologies, Quatre. I haven’t really done much this time around, and you’re the only one who piqued my attention. But then…” he said as he looked at the others, “You all look wonderful to me.” The boys looked at each other. “It’s okay, sir,” Heero said as he gave a slight bow, “you didn’t get a chance to do anything wrong; we stopped you in the nick of time. Let’s go, Quat, before Relena finds us.” Quatre got up, but not before planting a kiss on Jean’s lips. “Sorry, mister,” he sighed. “I think you’re kinda cute, too. I love that red hair of yours.” They walked toward the opening of the apartments’ courtyard, off to the right. Quatre looked back to see Jean’s face, looking sad and lonely. “Oh, com’on, guys, can’t we do something for Mister Jean? He looks so sad.” he said. The others stopped. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” Trowa said. “Besides, we’re closer to the quarters of slaves numbered 21-31. I’m sure he doesn’t have his trusted trainers around here. Besides, his most trusted is helping him train Duo right now.” “Yeah, it wouldn’t hurt, look at him, he needs some attention, and from here, I see he has a nice package.” Wufei said. “Oh, he does, I felt it when I sat on him.” Quatre smiled. Heero sighed. “Man, you’re a slut at times, no wonder master Treize likes to dress you up. Let’s go hook him up.” “Yay!” Quatre cheered. “I love to make people happy! Let’s go!” “Shit, I just bet you do,” Trowa mumbled as he walked towards the man.

Jean looked up when he heard footsteps. He smiled when he saw the four boys approaching him. “You came back, did you forget something?” Quatre walked up and straddling the lounge chair, sat on the man’s lap. “Yeah, you. We decided to cheer you up.” He gave the man a deep kiss. He tasted of chocolates. Quatre leaned back and smiled. “You have a sweet tooth, don’t you?” “Yeah, I had some imported chocolates earlier. I just love eating the stuff.” Jean felt two sets of hands making their way up his muscular thighs, massaging tension away. He looked around Quatre to see Wufei and Trowa on his legs, but he felt another on his shoulders. He brought his head back to look into Heero’s eyes. He arched when Quatre started playing with his nipples. “What are your friends’ names, little one?” he asked. “Well, the one on your shoulders is Heero, and on your left leg is Wufei, on your right Trowa. We have a fifth one, but he’s in training right now.” “What’s his name?” Jean asked. “Duo,” the boy replied. “Too bad you can’t see him; he’s really cute, with hair that goes down all the way to his ass.” “Oooh, that is too bad,” Jean sighed as the hands on his legs were replaced by lips. Quatre bent down and sucked on a rose nipple. “Just sit back and relax—you don’t have to do a thing, let us handle it, okay?” Jean nodded, understanding what he meant. These boys were doing this of their own free will. Even when they get him off, he could honestly say that he didn’t lay a hand on them. He felt the back of the chair being lowered, and soon he was looking up at the leaves of the overhanging bushes. Quatre stood up and let Trowa slide the man’s bikini off, exposing his hardness. Wufei let out a gasp at its length before he clapped his hand over his mouth. Quatre looked down between his legs to take a look. “Just like I thought. You’re a nice size, Mister Jean.” he smiled. “So I’ve been told,” Jean replied, smiling.

Quatre got up and moved down, while Trowa and Wufei moved up. Quatre knelt between Jean’s legs and smiled, licking his lips. He nodded and Trowa and Wufei set to work on his nipples. He gasped out loud, only to have Heero silence it with a kiss. “You like the taste of cock, mister?” he asked breathless. Jean nodded, eyes clouded with lust. “Yeah, yes, I do. Can I taste yours?” Heero smiled slyly. “Sure, why not? You might like it.” he unzipped his shorts, and pushed them down over his hips. They fell with a light plop on the ground, and he stepped out of them, and kicked them back behind him. Then, he straddled the lounge, facing the man, his ass facing the two boys. Quatre decided then to start licking the man’s cock. Jean hissed at the wet tongue laving over his hardness. His eyes widened when the boy took his length in his mouth. Just as his mouth formed an ‘oh’, Heero thrust his cock in the man’s mouth. “Mmmph! Mmmm…” the man moaned around the length. His eyes closed as Heero started to pump in and out of the man’s mouth. Heero’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, and his knees buckled slightly. “You got a good mouth, mister,” he groaned. He leaned forward and bore his weight on his arms on either side of Jean’s head on the frame of the chair.

Wufei stopped for a second, letting the breeze blow across the wet nipple, making it stand pert. He licked his first two fingers on his left hand. When they were wet enough, he slowly slid them in Heero’s entrance. Quatre was watching everything from the end of the lounge, his mouth still working on Jean. He was getting hot just watching them. Then, he decided to do something he knew was wrong. He slipped off his underwear hiked up his dress, and got on top of Jean again. Trowa noticed and he stopped sucking the right nipple. “What are you doing? You can’t do that! Treize will get mad if he finds out!” “Don’t worry, Trowa,” Quatre said. “I have to feel this in me, you guys are turning me on again.” He said blushing. Heero was in too much of a trance from Jean’s mouth to notice. “More, more, Wufei!” he moaned. Wufei obliged by moving his fingers in and out faster, causing him to thrust faster in the man’s mouth. Quatre straddled the man’s thighs, and Jean’s eyes flew open as he felt his cock being swallowed by a tight heat. He groaned loudly around Heero’s cock, making vibrations along its length. He came into Jean’s mouth as a result, and the man swallowed every drop. He slipped out of the man’s mouth, panting. “Wow, you’re good,” he huffed. “So-so’s your friend,” Jean moaned. “He’s riding my dick so well...man, it feels so good!” Heero turned around to see Quatre riding on Jean, face flushed bright red. “What the fuck are you doing?!\" Heero hissed. \"If master Treize finds out, he’ll punish all of us!” Quatre was sliding up and down, eyes closed. He was really savoring the feel of the man’s member filling him up. He would rise up until the head was almost out, and then he’d slam back down with a smack on his cheeks. Jean started thrusting upwards in spite of himself. He knew he shouldn’t touch them, but he wanted to help out Trowa and Wufei, so he reached out and started rubbing their bulges through their shorts. The two moaned and both unzipped their shorts, releasing their throbbing members. Jean started stroking them, using the precum that had already started to flow from the tips. They were thrusting into the man’s hands while Quatre rode on top. He was getting off on the boys’ moans, which echoed throughout the courtyard. “I’m getting close!” he moaned. Trowa used his free hand to stroke Quatre’s neglected cock. He had made a small puddle on Jean\'s stomach, and more was still oozing out. It was so wet, his hand slipped in his grasp easily. Quatre shouted and started to move into Trowa’s hand, making the angle change and it hit his spot, causing his vision to flash stars. Jean was seeing stars as well as the sun when his eyes flew open. He was moaning louder and louder. Heero leaned down and kissed him some more to swallow the noise. The two boys in the man’s grip were kissing each other to tone their shouts down. Quatre fell off of the edge first, and he came in Trowa’s hand. His seed splashed on Jean’s chest and Wufei’s cheek. His body was strung tight from his orgasm’s tension.

Quatre’s muscles clamping around Jean’s cock caused him to come shortly after; he had so much that some of his cream had oozed out from around the boy’s entrance. Trowa and Wufei came at the same time, coating Jean’s hands. They collapsed on the man’s chest, trying to catch their breaths. “Wow, that—was intense,” Jean said between puffs. The two boys got up and grabbed some nearby beach towels from a cart about twelve feet away. They cleaned themselves off by dipping a corner of the towel in the pool and wiped themselves down. They dipped a couple of extra towels for Heero, and especially Quatre, who was the messiest of them all. They walked toward the others with wet towels. They threw one to Heero, who only had to wipe off saliva. He told Quatre to rise up. When he slid off of Jean, come dripped out of him in thick globs. Quatre moaned from the sensation as it dripped out onto Jean, forming a puddle around the base of his shaft, and proceeded to ease down between his legs onto the lounge. Heero caught it just before it reached the chair. Trowa’s mouth dropped at the sight. “Wow, that’s a lot,” he said. Jean grinned sheepishly. “I told I haven’t done anything since I came here a few days ago.” It was a good thing that they wet two towels. It took about ten minutes for to clean off Quatre, and Wufei helped Jean clean off. They handed him his shorts, then they all got dressed. “Well, we must be off, sir,” Quatre said. “We hope that cheered you up.” “More than you ever know, little one. Hope I catch you again.” Jean said. “Mmm, maybe, but if master Treize happens to catch wind of this, I doubt it. But you do feel wonderful, though.” the boy said, shuffling his feet. Wufei waved the thought away with his hand. “Nah, I doubt, Quat, there’s no one really around, they’re all into their own thing in these rooms. It’s not like somebody’s is just standing at a window. Let\'s go, guys.\" The guys ran out of the courtyard, with Jean waving goodbye after them.

But little did they know there was someone watching them—Lucrezia Noin, one of Treize’s trainers, second only to Zechs in the skill of eroticism. But her specialty was being a Dom, and since she was one of the best, she was always asked by clients for sessions with her during their stay. She was in the middle of a sensory deprivation session with a rather handsome client when a patch of blue caught the corner of her eye. She looked out the window, figuring that the silence and anticipation would be enough to make him come on his own. She couldn’t hear anything due to the suite being sound-proofed, but she saw what was going on, and she recognized the boys immediately. She saw what the boys were doing to Jean Starling of Starling Electronics, Treize’s main supplier for anything hi-tech. She saw that the four boys had left, but came back to the man. And she saw the whole scene play out in front of her. She blushed when she saw Jean’s size. ‘No wonder it looked like the boys were having so much fun,’ she thought. ‘But I must tell master Treize about this immediately.’