Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Hey, everybody! I was asked how often do I update. Well, I try to update as much as I can, whenever I\'m not too busy. But I\'m getting ready to move, and I\'m trying to get things in order. Unfortunately, there may be a point in which I won\'t have my internet. But as soon as I find a ethernet/phoneline, I\'m going to be back on it! (Thank goodness for laptops!) But that\'s not going to happen until next week, when I make my last payment and turn stuff in. In the meantime, I can just write the chappies in and put them in later. I get the chance to actually go to the the land of anime, Japan! In case you haven\'t figured out, I\'m military. (But I\'m not telling which branch, though! -_^) Plus, another thing is that I get caught up reading everybody else\'s fics! I love FMA fics as well. Thanks again for reading my fic, I can\'t believe I\'m at 8000+ hits!! You guys are awesome!!! Here\'s the next chapter, enjoy! EM

Ch. 22

Duo had yelled out in spite of himself. He didn’t want to his his new friends in pain. Zechs went to the table, grabbed a ball gag, and went over and stuffed it in Duo’s mouth. He tied it around his head, securing it in place. “We can’t let you make too much noise, now can we?” he grinned. “I’m sure master Treize would want you to see how one can be punished if they disobey, so just sit back and relax, okay?” He walked back over to Wufei, who was now awake. He was startled when he realized he couldn’t move. ‘Shit, we’re down in the same place we’ve trained before. We’re in for it, now.’ he thought fearfully. Heero woke up, feeling like shit from the drugs and from hanging on the padded wall asleep. His arms felt as if they were getting numb, and all of his blood was at his feet. Trowa nearly choked himself on his collar rising up with a start. His head was in place because of the collar was around the pole as well. He shook himself awake and then regretted it; his head was throbbing. He was barely able to turn his head to see Quatre squirming on the bondage horse, grunting and straining in his bonds. Heero was the farthest away next to the table of equipment, but at least he was able to see what was going on. Trowa was directly in front of Duo, whose breathing was getting rapid. His cock twitched and hardened when he laid eyes on Duo, strapped spread-eagled on the padded cross with a very rosy erection. He could bearly glance down to see that Duo had on a cock ring; so did he, judging from how his cock felt when he twitched it. He couldn’t reach it though because his arms were bound tightly to the top arms of the chair.


Zechs noticed this and smiled. “I see you’re very happy to see Duo, Trowa. He’s gonna watch you boys get punished. Isn’t that right, Duo?” he asked looking over at the boy. Duo mumbled and strained in his bonds. Trowa started to do the same. Heero and Wufei noticed him as well. “Duo! You’re alright!” Wufei smiled. But that smile was wiped off when Lucrezia brought the flogger down across his thighs, making him scream. “Shut it! You’re not allowed to speak unless spoken to!” she growled. Duo was violently shaking his head. He couldn’t believe what was going on. Treize noticed how he was looking, and he walked up to him. Duo’s breathing was like that of a nervous animal as he saw that paddle coming towards him. The older man lifted the paddle and traced the boy’s jawline with it, making him flinch. “Shhh, Duo,” Treize cooed, “I’m not going to hurt you, but eventually you will get punished to get accustomed to the feel of different implements. But for right now, you need to observe what happens when you disobey me. I’d advise you to pay special attention to little Quatre over there.”


Duo nodded; he didn’t want to feel that thing on his ass. Treize smiled as he walked back over to Quatre. “Now, Quatre, care to tell why I’m punishing you?” he said as he twirled the paddle by its leather strap. Quatre was still trembling from the first few licks of the paddle; he didn’t say a word. Treize’s mouth drew into a tight, grim line. “ANSWER ME!!!” he shouted so loud that even the other trainers flinched along with the other boys. Quatre’s head shot up, and he gave the reply, “Master, because I fucked someone you didn’t allow me to!” The grim line changed back into a creepily sweet smile. “That’s right, my dear boy. Now tell me: why did you do it? Why did the others help you?” The little blonde sniffed. “Be—because….he looked sad and lonely; we felt sorry for him, especially me…master,” he averted his eyes so he wouldn’t seem as if he were challenging him. Treize stared at him at first, genuinely at a loss for words. He almost allowed himself to look dumbfounded. Then, without warning, he burst out laughing. The other trainers who were whipping the other boys at intervals stopped to see what was wrong. Zechs, who was the closest, asked, “Master Treize, what’s so funny? I haven’t seen you laugh so much before.”


“You want to know what the reason was why they did what they did? Because---they felt sorry for him! HA HA HA HA HA HA….” he laughed. Treize was honestly laughing at the boy, while said boy turned his head away and started to weep. But then Treize’s expression changed from one of amusement to that of pure anger. Growling, he smacked Quatre’s ass hard. He continued doing so about ten more times. Quatre was squirming on the leather horse, trying to soften his blows. Duo noticed that Quatre was rock hard as well, the leather getting wet from his precum. “I know you’re starting to get off on this, little one, so I’ll try something else.” Treize said. Duo looked over to Wufei. Lucrezia was working him over with the crop, creating wide, red, welts criss-crossing the entire length of his body. The Chinese teen’s body was shining with sweat from struggling against his bonds. Zechs was making Trowa’s torso red from his flogger and his thighs as well. Duo noted that the lanky teen was hard as well. ‘What the hell?’ he thought, ‘are they getting off on this shit? How can you get off on an ass beating??’ Dorothy was using her bullwhip expertly on Heero, creating intricate patterns on his skin. He looked down upon her with what one would think was out of pure malice. Dorothy was giggling with delight from his expressions. “I’ve always liked you, Heero, the faces you make. I bet you wish you could kick my ass, huh? You’re so much fun; you can withstand so much more than the others, so I can just (snap!) beat (snap!) you (snap!) all fuckin’ (SNAP!) day!” she said with each strike. She laughed as she continued to smack Heero with the whip. Then, after about five minutes, she looked as if she were getting bored. “You know what? Hanging your ass and hitting you with a lone whip can only do so much. I need to get you down within reach.” she smiled. She came up to the side of the wall and pressed a button. The bonds released, dropping Heero to the floor, and as soon as he did, Dorothy wrapped her whip around his neck, making a make-shift leash. Heero grunted slightly at the roughness around his neck. “Come here, Hee-chan,” she said sweetly, “Let’s come over to this cage.” There was a table/cage with leather padding on it. There was also a hole in the center. She tugged the whip until he climbed onto the table. “Lie down on your back,” she commanded. “Yes, Madam,” he replied softly. When he did, she put thick leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. She stood up and looked at him for a minute. “Hmm, I need something to make things more interesting,” she thought aloud. She snapped her fingers. She headed over to the table, her hips swaying sultrily due to the impossibly high heels. She grabbed the same stuff that was used on Duo earlier, the special lube that kept you aroused, and she stood looking at the anal toys.

Dorothy wanted to really torture poor Heero. What to choose, what to choose? Should she go the regular route and use a regular butt plug, or a vibrating one? Beads, or the inflatable dildo? Decisions, decisions. Then she saw something that caught her eye: some red jelly vibrating beads. She smiled. Duo saw her open up the jar, slathered some of it on for lubrication, then she took a small dollop in her hand. ‘Uh, oh, that looks like trouble,’ he thought. Dorothy walked over to Heero. “Have I got a surprise for you, sweetie,” she said. She reached down and rubbed some of the lube on Heero’s half-hard member. Then she bent over and rubbed a bit on his entrance. Then she stood up and waited. After a few minutes, Heero started to wriggle as it started to take effect. “Uhh, it’s that stuff again! It’s making me—““---very horny, I know,” she said. “And what’s more, I put it on these as well.” At those words, she kneeled down and placed the beads at the boy’s entrance, and pushed it up and into the dark-haired boy, and turned on the switch.

Heero bucked upwards off of the table, and was struggling against his bonds. His cock turned into a rosy color, and started dripping his clear essence. The sensation was sweeping over him, making him want release. Heero started to groan loudly, sending shivers down Duo’s spine. He wanted so much to help him. He wanted sit on him and ride him until he was satisfied. His eyes were glazing over with lush watching him. Dorothy’s laughter brought Duo out of his thoughts. “And now, for the finishing touch—“she brought out a 20” riding crop and started beating red welts onto him. Heero was in a really bad dilemma: he was getting aroused, fully so, and yet Dorothy was beating him. He didn’t know what to focus on. “Confusing, isn’t it?” she said as if reading his thoughts. “You’re aroused to no end, and without that cock ring, you would surely come. But you’re getting punished for that same reason—for thinking with your dick. You don’t know what to do, do you?” Heero glared at her and growled. The blonde’s eyebrows lifted up. “Oh, ho, you wish to bear your teeth at me? Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” She whipped out some steel nipple clamps from between her bosom; Heero’s eyes widened in fear. “No, don’t do that, mad’am, I promise I’ll be good!” Dorothy smiled. Oh, this was too, too funny. “Why Heero, why the sudden change in attitude? You might as well get used to it; we’re going to pierce all of you anyway.” Duo’s eyes widened like little moons. ‘WHAT!? No way I’m gettin’ my shit pierced!’ “----It’s either that, or the Prince Albert, take your pick,” The blonde said, smiling. Duo gulped. Maybe nipple piercings wouldn’t seem so bad. The look on Heero’s face said the same. “Ah, ha. That’s what I thought.” Dorothy said. She placed the clamps on Heero, and his eyes squeezed shut in pain. Even from where he was, Duo could see the tears stream down his face and onto the padding. The witchy blonde flicked a clamp, which tugged the skin. The dark brunette was squirming on top of the cage because he was in pain due to the clamps, but he was moaning in pleasure from the special lube and vibrating beads. Then Dorothy decided to add onto things by hitting him with the crop some more. Heero was thrashing on top of the cage, skin shining with sweat from his exertions. “Now,” said Dorothy cheerfully, “this is much better.”