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Bound, Bonded and Betrayed	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Bound, Bonded and Betrayed"

Chapter 25

Having picked up all the broken dishes and piled them onto the tray, Duo headed for the kitchens. Dorothy had already taken her share back and passed the miserable slave on her way back to the chambers.

“Useless slave,” she hissed as she passed. “Can't even carry a tray of used dishes without dropping them. Maybe now your master will see what a waste of space you really are. I hope he beats you good for your clumsiness.” Giving Duo a nasty sneer, Dorothy flounced off.

Duo flinched at the harsh words, when the maid mentioned a beating his body physically trembled and it was all he could do not to drop the tray again. On shaking legs he continued his journey to the kitchens and the cook who would not be happy with him either.

Hearing the door opening, Noin turned from the pot she was stirring to see who was entering the kitchen. Seeing the chestnut head appearing her face began to light up in a smile. That smile soon faded though when she noted the tears and trembling, not to mention the tray of broken dishes. “Oh my goodness,” she began and hurried across the kitchen to Duo. “What on earth happened?”

“I – I'm sorry, Miss Noin, I had a bit of an accident,” Duo began to get out between hitched breaths. “I didn't mean to drop them...”

“Hush now, Duo,” Noin said kindly. “I'm sure you didn't do it on purpose.” The cook took the tray from the slave and set it on the bench where she could look over the damage. Just about everything on Duo's tray was broken in some way.”Tell me what happened?” Noin began to remove the broken pieces and place them in the garbage bucket.

“I – I don't know exactly. I was balancing the tray and leaving the room when I tripped over something and fell,” Duo replied, the tears sliding down his cheeks afresh.

With Duo's words, Noin stopped her sorting through the broken pieces. “Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?” she asked, the concern thick in her voice.

Fearful, violet eyes looked back at her and Duo shook his head. “I don't know. I didn't stop to check,” Duo replied honestly.

Noin could imagine the scene, the prince would have been annoyed and upset at Duo for breaking the dishes, but the prince she knew would have also wanted to know why the accident had happened and would have checked that the slave was okay. She wondered why the prince hadn't done so.

“The princess was very angry. I'm sorry, Miss Noin, I didn't mean to trip and drop the dishes.”

“I know you didn't and I'm not angry at you, Duo,” Noin stated quietly. “Let me see if you're okay.” Her limited dealings with the new princess gave Noin her answer to the prince's unusual behavior, but it still didn't quell her annoyance at the prince. Carefully, Noin looked over the young slave, the man trembling as she did so, unable to stop himself. “Nothing cut or broken,” Noin announced, “but I'd say you're going to have a few bruises on your knees. Might be an idea to have Sally check you over.”

“I have to go back to my master, if he permits it then I will see Sally later,” Duo whispered.

Frowning but keeping her words to herself in that regard, Noin shook her head. “Alright, Duo. Leave this mess for me, I'll clean it all up and don't you fret any more about it. The castle has quite a lot of dishes so no harm done.” Noin patted the young man gently on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Noin. I'd best get back to my master, I don't need for him to be any more angry with me.”

Noin watched the miserable slave leave, her heart breaking for the poor creature.

* * *

Once Dorothy returned from the kitchens, Heero had her clean up any remaining shards of crockery. Deeming enough time had passed for Duo to be finished in the kitchens, he got up to go and attend to his slave's punishment.

“I trust you will punish that slave properly,” Relena stated when Heero kissed her on the cheek before leaving. “He shouldn't be allowed to get away with something like that.”

Feeling the anger rising in his chest, Heero did his best to quell it. “I will see that Duo is suitably reprimanded for his error. Do not concern yourself any further about it,” he all but snapped and turning on his heel, he left.

Dorothy immediately emptied the small pan she'd been sweeping the last bits of crockery into and joined her mistress by the fire, a satisfied smirk on her face. “I think our little problem will be a bit more careful in future,” she snickered.

Knowing her maid had had something to do with the accident but not wanting any details, Relena gave a smile. “I think you could be right, Dorothy. Good work.”

“Thank you, mistress. This is but the beginning. By the time I'm finished with him, that slave will be begging to leave his master and the prince will be all yours, mistress.”

“I hope so, Dorothy. I really hope so.”

*

Long strides carried Heero along the hall and to his old chambers. Soon enough he arrived and entered, looking around the sitting area for Duo. When he didn't see the slave, he frowned but walked deeper into the rooms, finally finding Duo in the bed chamber, on his knees beside the bed and waiting.

Hearing his master's footsteps approaching, Duo closed his eyes and did his best to hold the tears at bay. His body though continued to tremble and shake, despite his willing it not to.

With a heavy feeling in his chest, Heero walked across to stand before his slave. “Duo, look at me.”

Slowly, Duo raised his eyes to meet those of his master. He could read the disappointment residing in those blue pools and felt his heart lurch even more at the grief he'd caused.

“It's not like you to be so clumsy, Duo. Tell me, what happened to cause you to drop the tray?” Heero demanded.

“I – I don't know, master. The tray was heavy but I thought I had it under control. When I got to the door and stepped out to the hall I either tripped over something or my foot got caught, that's the only way I can explain losing my balance. I'm so sorry master...”

“Enough,” Heero said, cutting the slave off. “I have checked the hall and the entry to the rooms, there is nothing there for you to have tripped over or caught your foot on.”

“But there must -”

“Do you dare to question me?” Heero snapped, his voice more harsh than he'd intended.

Duo bit his lip. “No, master,” he whispered.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

“I don't think so, master.”

“If you have I expect you to go to Sally for treatment. Now it is time for your punishment. Strip and bend over the side of the bed.”

Rising to his feet, Duo complied with the order, stripping his clothes and placing them to the side. As he bent over the bed he couldn't help the shiver of fear and clenching of his heart. His master had promised he wouldn't beat him, but Duo had been in this position several times and knew that the blows and bruises to follow would litter his thighs and buttocks for weeks. It came as a shock to him then when instead of the blow he'd expected, a slick finger pushed between his cheeks and invaded his back passage.

A second finger soon followed the first, the digits stretching the tight hole and massaging Duo's insides. When those fingers struck his prostate, Duo moaned loudly, his cock instantly rising to attention. Moments later the fingers were gone, leaving Duo feeling hollow and empty. He dared not say anything, to question his master would bring further punishment and if being aroused like this only to have the stimulus disappear and leave him frustrated was his punishment then Duo wasn't about to make it any worse.

Although Heero knew he had to punish Duo, he had promised the slave that he wouldn't beat him and Heero intended never to break that promise. Oh, he knew full well that being in this vulnerable position most likely had Duo's mind working overtime, thinking he was about to be punished by a whipping, but nothing was further from the truth. Heero had learned since acquiring Duo that to punish the slave through denying him his release and the like was a far greater deterrent to the unacceptable behavior than any beating ever could be.

Heero wasn't unaffected by the sight of his pretty slave either and made a slight adjustment to his plan for punishment. Undoing the lacings of his breeches, He pulled his swollen erection free and spread some oil along the thick length. Coated with the oil, Heero pulled Duo's cheeks apart to expose his quivering entrance, with a low growl, he pressed the blunt head of his cock against it and pushed.

The burning sensation hit Duo as his master entered his body and he grit his teeth. It wasn't too painful and soon eased away, leaving him with a very full sensation. Once his body had adjusted to his master's size, his master began to move.

Knowing he hadn't been gentle with his entry, Heero allowed his slave several moments to stretch before he started to thrust. Duo was intoxicating, his body a willing slave to his need and desire and Heero just couldn't get enough of him. He'd done his marital duty with his wife – several times in fact – and whilst he didn't find it repulsive, he wasn't all that enamored either. If given a choice, Heero much preferred the hard planes and tight passage of Duo's body to the soft curves and moistness of Relena.

But there was no way Heero would ever let his wife know that.

Heero may have been a lot of things but suicidal was not one of them.

Reaching beneath his slave, Heero's hand curled around Duo's erection and he fisted the organ a few times. “You may not come,” He instructed his slave. A pleading moan was his reply.

It had been too long since Heero had taken his slave and the heat of Duo's passage combined with the tightness was all too much for him. With a few more thrusts, Heero was growling low in his throat and closing his eyes as he was overcome by his orgasm.

With the last vestiges of his orgasmic high leaving him, Heero slumped over Duo's back, the slave holding them both up on trembling legs.

Between his own legs, Duo's arousal stood firm, weeping slightly from the tip and throbbing for release. His balls were tight against his body and aching, but Duo dare not ask his master for his release, he had an idea it wouldn't be happening for some time.

Feeling himself starting to soften, Heero slipped from within Duo's body and pulled himself upright. “Fetch me a cloth and clean me up,” he ordered.

Duo dutifully raised himself from his bent position and fetched a cloth from the bedside table. He dipped it into the bowl of water that stood there and returned to clean his master as requested. He could feel the evidence of his master leaking slowly from his anus and trickling down his legs, but he paid it no heed.

With his master clean and tucked back into his pants, the lacings done back up, Duo once more dropped to his knees and awaited his next orders. His cock still stood proud between his legs, screaming for attention, attention it wasn't likely to get any time soon.

Keeping one eye on his slave, Heero moved to the bedside drawer and removed the box he kept there. Duo spotted the box from the corner of his eye and shuddered. He hated that box and its contents.

Sitting himself on the bed, Heero opened the box and withdrew an item. “Stand up and face me, Duo.”

The slave raised himself from his knees and stood before his master, trembling slightly from frustration and a little fear.

Reaching out, Heero took hold of Duo's cock, the slave giving a soft groan – partially from the stimulus and mostly because he knew what was coming next, and it wouldn't be him. When he felt something soft passing over the head of his penis and along the shaft instead of the cool rigidness of the metal he was used to, Duo looked down in confusion.

Heero slipped the leather over Duo's cock and slipped it to nestle at the base of his shaft. Once there he released it and took hold of the two, thinner straps of leather that hung below. Gently pulling on the leather thongs, the constriction of the main strap began to make its presence known. With the strap of the cock ring tight enough to prevent Duo from coming, but loose enough not to cause him any discomfort, Heero began to wind the straps around his balls. It was an intricate weave and once he was done, Duo's balls were separated and snugged tight against his body.

“Step back for me and bend over,” Heero commanded.

Duo did so, the red blush tingeing his cheeks as he realized that not only was his cock ringed so he wouldn't be able to come, but his balls were also restrained, the leather woven in such a manner that his assets were pulled forward and on full display for anyone to see. Moments later he felt the push inside of the wooden phallus he'd worn before and knew his torture was only just beginning.

With the phallus secured, Heero had his slave stand up and face him once more. “You will remain like this until I deem you have learned your lesson. You may dress for now, but tomorrow once you have fetched my breakfast and I am working in my study you will remain naked around me.”

The flush seemed to spread entirely across Duo's body as he understood what that meant. He would be naked for pretty much the entire day with his body on show for anyone who entered Heero's chambers to see. Why oh why couldn't his master have beaten him instead?

Noting the reaction, Heero was pretty certain his slave would be thinking twice in future about his behavior and making mistakes. “Put your clothes back on and clean up the bed chamber here. Once you have finished, return to my marital chambers, I will require you to help me prepare for bed soon.” Standing, Heero gave his slave a look over and reached out to fondle the cinched penis. “I think I like you like this,” he said, then releasing Duo’s cock, Heero left.

With a soft sigh and resigned to his fate, Duo began to pull his clothes back on.

* * *

Hearing the door opening to the chambers, Dorothy quickly slipped from the seat she'd been occupying and dropped to her knees beside her mistress. Only just in time as Heero entered the room, his face unreadable.

Looking up at her husband, Relena waited until he was seated comfortably before asking her question. “Did you punish him?”

Turning his head slowly, Heero managed to keep the annoyance from his face as he replied in a clipped tone. “Yes, I have dealt with Duo's punishment.”

“I hope you gave him a good whipping, he needs to learn a lesson from this...”

“Are you questioning me?” Heero said, his tone holding a dangerous edge to it.

Relena swallowed. She could see the anger residing in Heero's blue eyes and decided not to push things any further. This was a side to Heero she had only glimpsed before and really didn't want to get to know it any better. “No, I would never do that, Heero. I was merely making a statement. I'm sorry if I offended you.”

Beside her mistress, Dorothy ground her teeth together to stop herself from commenting. If she were she had no doubt that the prince would see to it that she was punished too. It didn't make it any easier though for her to sit there and listen to the prince berating her mistress. Doing her best to block out the conversation, Dorothy's thoughts turned inwards and how she would get back at the prince for his sharp words.

“We will speak no more of this,” Heero said with finality and turned his attention to the crackling fire and picked up his wine goblet.

Casting a glance from the corner of her eye, Relena picked up the book she had set down in her lap when Heero had returned and resumed her reading. She would bide her time and hold her tongue – for now.

* * *

To say it had been an uncomfortable night for Duo would have been an understatement. He hardly slept at all. He'd managed to get used to the throbbing of his cock and balls, even ignoring the shifting of the phallus from time to time, but his mind continued to run in never ending circles.

He constantly went over his fall, thinking back to what exactly had happened. Try as he might, he couldn't think of anything that he could have caught his foot on. He knew he hadn't tripped over his own feet, something had caused him to lose his balance and yet there was nothing at all on the floor or surrounding area that he could remember that could have done it. Eventually his tired brain had shut down on him and he'd managed to get a couple of hours sleep. Now the sun was starting to appear on the horizon and he needed to be up and caring for his master.

Gingerly he climbed out of the bed and began to sort out his clothes for the day – not that he would be wearing them much if his master intended to continue with his punishment. Brushing and braiding his hair, Duo gave himself the once over in the mirror and deemed himself ready to face the day. His eyes had shadows underneath them, a testament to his lack of sleep, but there wasn't anything he could do about that.

Hearing noises coming from his master's bed chamber, Duo walked to the door and knocked softly. Having been given permission to enter, he did so, doing his best to avoid looking at anything but the floor as he slipped to the side of the bed and dropped to his knees. He couldn't help but see the look of repulsion that the princess gave him though.

Having assisted his master to dress, Duo left to fetch his master's breakfast from the kitchens; the princess was taking her breakfast in bed and would have Dorothy look after her. Entering the study of Heero's old chambers, Duo set the tray down on the small table and knelt beside it.

Noting the arrival of breakfast, Heero stood up from his desk where he'd been sorting though the day's work and sat down in the comfortable chair. He glanced at the tray and then back to his slave. “I think you're forgetting something,” he stated calmly.

“Master?” Duo checked the tray over and as far as he could tell everything was there.

“Your punishment,” Heero said with a raise of his eyebrow. “Did I not tell you last eve that you were to be naked in here today?”

Duo's heart dropped to his stomach as the words registered. He'd sincerely hoped his master had forgotten about that. “Yes, master.” Duo rose slowly and removed his clothes, setting them upon the other chair before dropping back to his knees.

The prince watched as his slave undressed. He could clearly see Duo's discomfort, and it wasn't all from his restrained state either. Between Duo's legs his cock rose in a stiff column, almost purple in color at the head. A few beads of precome glistened and Heero could see a trail of the sticky substance along the underside of Duo's cock. The slave's balls were drawn forth and swollen with need. All in all, Duo presented a delicious sight and Heero knew he would be hard pressed to concentrate on his work today with such an alluring creature in his presence. Doing his best to push all lustful thoughts from his mind, Heero began to eat his breakfast, feeding his miserable slave at the same time.

*

The day seemed to drag for Duo. He had been allowed to put his clothes back on when he needed to go to the kitchens, but for the rest of the time that he was in his master's chambers he wore nothing but his hair and the leather cock ring and harness. He'd been grateful for that measure of comfort, he didn't think he would have been able to show his face anywhere in the castle had he been expected to remain naked outside of his master's chambers as well. Luck had been with him during the day too and no one had come to Heero's chambers, sparing Duo any further embarrassment.

The sun was starting to dip low on the horizon when Heero set down the quill and capped the ink bottle. He gave a yawn and raised his arms above his head, his spine popping as he eased the kinks from it. He cast a glance at Duo who was kneeling beside him. The slave had been exemplary in his behavior today. Heero's mouth quirked up in a small smile.

“Duo?”

“Yes, master?”

“Come with me.” Heero rose and crossed from the study to sit in a large armchair, Duo trotted behind him, sinking to his knees next to the chair.

“Have you learned your lesson? Do you know why you've been punished?”

“Yes, master. I will be much more careful in future and watch where I'm walking,” Duo replied softly.

“Good.” Heero dropped a hand to caress his slave's head. “I think you will be more careful in future too. Although you may not think it, Duo, I don't like punishing you.”

“I know, master and I promise to try harder.”

“Stand up.” Duo complied. Heero reached forward and began to undo the fastenings of the leather straps, releasing Duo's cock and balls from their torment. Gently he rubbed over the swollen sac, stroked along the engorged shaft and rubbed a thumb over the leaking slit. “Fetch me a small cloth from the bed chamber,” Heero requested and released his slave's genitals.

Wondering what his master had in mind, but not about to question him, Duo went to the bed chamber and fetched the requested cloth. He felt a lot more comfortable with the restraints gone from his groin, but he was still frustrated and ached deep inside. Returning, Duo handed the cloth over to his master and was about to drop to his knees again when Heero stopped him.

“Remain standing and come closer,” he ordered, placing a hand on Duo's backside to pull him between his legs. Once he had his slave standing where he wanted him, Heero took hold of Duo's swollen penis and began to stroke the length. He could feel the slight trembles and shivers of his slave's body as he worked the tormented organ. “Would you like to come, Duo?”

“Very much so, master,” Duo replied honestly.

“I think you have suffered enough and you have taken your punishment well. I'm proud of you, Duo and I think a reward is in order.” Saying nothing else, Heero began to stroke in earnest.

Duo was humbled by the kind words from his master and more than a little shocked that his master continued to stroke him. A soft moan of pleasure escaped his mouth.

“You may come when you wish, Duo,” Heero said softly, his hand continuing to work the stiff length.

Closing his eyes, Duo let the pleasure wash over and through him, savoring every stroke his master gifted him. He knew it was unheard of for a master to jerk his slave off, but Duo wasn't about to question that either!

It was only a matter of moments before Duo felt his orgasm reaching the point of no return. His eyes closed, his head tilted back a touch and a long, drawn out groan escaped him as his seed finally erupted from the small slit to be caught in the cloth Heero had ready.

It was a long and intense orgasm for Duo, one he thought he would pass out from. Only when Duo's penis finally spat out the last of his come and lay spent in Heero's hand, did the prince release the organ. He wiped Duo off and placed the cloth to one side. Leaning back in the chair he took a moment to study his slave. Duo was flushed, sweaty and panting.

It was the most beautiful sight Heero had ever seen.

Having recovered a few of his brain cells, Duo sank to his knees. “Thank you, master.”

“You are welcome, Duo. Now, clean yourself up, remove the cloth and get dressed. I will need you in my chambers to help me bathe and dress for dinner.”

“Yes, master.” Although he felt completely boneless, Duo rose to do his master's bidding.

Heero watched him moving around and felt a strong tug in his chest. Unsure of the feeling, Heero dismissed it and got to his feet. He had dinner to attend with his wife and no doubt she would be having a few words to say to him regarding his lack of time spent with her today.

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