Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Here\'s another chappie for you guys; I decided to crank this one out after I posted the last one. Just to warn you, it involves drugs a little, and a touch of squickiness. More of that in the next chapter, for sure. Hope you like it. In case you\'re wondering where I get all my ideas for toys from, I just go to different S & M sites--toys, furniture, and the like. This chapter deals mainly with Treize and little Quatre. EM


Ch. 23


Duo looked back over to Quatre. He remembered that Master Treize had said he was going to try something different. He wondered what that would be. Treize picked up a rubber viper tail whip from the table. He had decided to just punish him thoroughly before preparing him for his other toys. He didn’t want any Joe Schmoe’s jizm to sully his things. He looked into the cupboard underneath and pulled out a big pink candle. He walked over to the still sobbing blonde. “I feel like playing with some wax, how about you, little one?” he asked. He pulled out a lighter, and lit the wick. He let enough of the wax pool in the top, and he held it over Quatre’s back. Treize spilled the molten wax on the boy’s soft skin. Quatre flinched and groaned. He wriggled on the horse as more was poured on. Soon his back was starting to look like he had a sheet of shiny pink bubble gum on it. “Stop it, master, it hurts!” Treize looked down at him. “Oh, it does, does it? Well, how about this?!” Treize brought the viper whip down onto Quatre’s already-stinging back. He kept whipping him until the already-cooled wax was flaking off from the blows. He moved down to beat on his already sore ass. The poor boy was whimpering from the blows, and his ass felt like it was on fire. But Treize wasn’t done yet. He reached down and pulled the chains up to allow for a little slack. “Now, sit up, my dear,” he smirked. Quatre swallowed. He knew his rear wouldn’t withstand the leather’s touch. And it would probably sting from his sweat rubbed all over it.


He slowly pushed himself up. As he arose, his sweat from his skin came in contact with his welts. He hissed from his ass coming in contact with the leather. Finally, he sat up. Quatre tried to steady himself for whatever came next. It really hurt, it did; it had been a long time since any of them had been punished, even on a whim by Treize. He kept his head down. Then Treize commenced to whip the blonde across his chest. After several lashes, Treize thought of an idea. ‘Why not give this ecstasy to him? What better way to torture him than through pleasure?’ He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a purple pill. Quartre recognized it; it was one of the strongest kinds of ecstasy he sold. It could give one the feeling of tantric sex. They were very intense. If you took one, no matter what was being done to you, everything felt good, so good it was scary. “Here you go, little Quat, you know you like these; your favorite client Mr. Dermail requests them for you. They seem to really help bring you to life.”


His eyes widened. Favorite, his ass. He hated Dermail. He did horrid things to him while he was under the influence of this drug. But it was also too dangerous to take more than once in a day. So the drug’s effects could last as long as eight hours. During that time, a client could have lots fun with a ‘very complacent’ slave, and said slave would have a drive like a rabbit. The man had some rather…weird kinks, so strange that perhaps it was best to just take the drug to eat through them. The last time the man was here he had the poor boy involved in some water play. His hair smelled like piss for a week. Quatre shivered from the memory. The old man came by roughly every quarter. Come to think of it, time was coming close. A slight snarl of disgust worked across his features.


Treize watched him. “Reliving something, boy? Well, while you’re doing that, take this.” He shoved the pill into Quatre’s mouth, and tipped his head back to make him swallow. “NO! I don’t want it! It makes me do stuff I DON’T like to do!!” “Oh, don’t worry,” the man cooed, “Even I don’t think I’m as bad as Mr. Dermail.” He watched the boy’s face for any reactions. Quatre started to feel the familiar tingle flowing through his body. Then, he felt like someone was rubbing all of his erogenous zones with something warm, then its heat rose up and ignited. The little blonde gasped and groaned. He started to wiggle on the horse, hoping to get himself off. He looked over at Treize, who saw his eyes were beginning to cloud over with lust. ‘Mmmm, he always looks so good under that drug’s influence. Maybe I should try it on the others?’ he thought. “Quatre?” The boy turned his head to face him. His mouth was slightly open from panting. “How do you feel?” Quatre moaned. “Nnnn, I feel good, Master…I wanna come. Can I?” Treize smiled. “Of course you will, my pet, but there are some things I want to do, first.”


Duo looked over at his friend. He couldn’t believe how quickly he had changed. First, he was frightened, and now he looked as if he could hump anyone’s leg. He had to admit, even though the boy hated the effects of the drug, the wanton look made him even sexier. He wished he could get a hold of the boy. Treize looked at Duo. He observed how he was looking at Quatre. He wished he could sic the blonde on him; in his state, he would blow the braided boy’s mind. But right now, he had other plans. He leaned over and kissed the blonde. Quatre was hungry for touch, and was trying to engulf his master’s mouth. He moaned into his slave’s mouth. Right now he had to punish him. He rubbed his thumb across one of his nipples. The blonde arched his back and cried out. When he noticed that his hands were in front of him, he went to reach for his thick, turgid erection. “Ahhh…” sighed Quatre as if he were in a trance. Treize grabbed his hands. “Ah, ah, ah, little one. I’m going to be the one to get you off. Don’t you worry about a thing.” He tightened the slack so his hands were in front of him, but he was unable to pull them back towards himself. Then he raised his viper whip and gave him some lashes. This time, instead of whimpering, Duo heard outright moaning. He watched as Quatre’s weeping erection was dripping onto the leather of the bondage horse. When he was finished, Treize rubbed the palm over the smaller welts, making the blonde hiss. The boy was undulating from the man’s touches. He rubbed his fingers around his entrance. His back arched again, and tried to push back onto his finger. When Treize felt some cream come from within the boy onto his fingers, his face turned somber. He backhanded the blonde, nearly making him fall off the horse.


Duo gasped. He was afraid that the slap would frighten the boy. But it did the opposite: it turned him on! Quatre up righted himself and smiled. “Mmm, I like that, Master,” he said. “Oh, you do, do you?” Treize said. He walked over to the table. He looked around for something he could really smack him with. He noticed a blue acrylic cane, and some nipple clamps attached to a leather thong. Perfect. He picked them up, and walked back to his slave. “How about this cane? Let’s see how it feels.” He brought the cane down across his thighs, making the boy cry out. Then he moved to his taut, muscular stomach, barely missing the tip of his cock. Next he moved to his back, adding big red welts to his previous patterns. He slapped him repeatedly until he drew blood from his mouth. Quatre was panting, waiting for more. Duo was shocked. ‘He will definitely feel all that later,’ he thought. Treize placed the clamps on Quatre’s nipples; the boy breathed a sharp intake of breath, and moaned. The leather thong stretched across his chest, tugging his nipples. Treize was already hard as a rock. He couldn’t take it anymore. But first, he wanted to ‘clean’ his slave. He took a leash and a small collar out of his pocket. Duo wondered how that could have fit in those tight ass pants. He placed it around his neck, and then loosened his bonds. “Come, little one.” he said, pulling at his neck. “Yes, master Treize,” said the blonde. He came down off the horse, and started to walk. Treize pushed him down to the floor. “Crawl,” he said. “Yes…of course.” The lithe boy got down on all fours and crawled behind Trieze. He led the boy to the shower area.


‘What’s he going to do, give him a bath?’ Duo wondered. Zechs took a break from punishing Trowa to walk over to the braided boy. “Wondering what he’s about to do?” he asked. Duo looked at him. “Yes, Sir Zechs, what is he doing?” Zechs glanced over at Treize, and then back at Duo. He leaned up and gave the boy a smoldering kiss, and he ran his hand over his cock, giving it a single pump. He had to get just a taste of the boy\'s sweet lips. Duo tried to thrust into his hand, making Zechs smile. “Well, remember when Master Treize said that he screwed someone he didn’t say he could screw?” “Yes…” ‘What is he getting at?’ Duo wondered. “Let’s just say when someone uses your things, without permission, you would want to…clean them.” “Clean??”


Zechs grinned. He would love the expression when he told him this—“Ever heard of enema play?”


Duo looked at him, confused. \"What???\"