Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Hey, hey, hey, everybody! I saw that I had 65 reviews and then it went down to 63, and the number of hits had changed. I guess it was because of the glich. I really appreciate the reviews, everyone! For OnceNamed, I appreciate the advice. I tried your suggestion in this chapter, and I really hope it meets your approval. ^_^

As far as telynaayuri's review, I just simply used a Fetish and Bondage website, and my imagination. In fact, that's what inspired my fic in the first place. I guess one can get inspiration from the craziest places....

I had noticed before I lost the last two reviews someone had commented on the enema play and I forgot what else. The reason is that I set it up to show that with the exception of Duo (since he's new to things, he has yet to find his kink), each boy has their own kink that was revealed by their previous owners. Yep, you guessed it---the former 'owners' are the boys' respective guardians from the series! Yes, they were some old men, but they all had certain fetishes. Hopefully, I'l get around to explaining all of them. I kinda mentioned Heero's but I didn't give an explanation. But that will come later in another punishment of his. ^_-

As for little Quatre's kink, Instructor H has a thing for enema play, to see how far he can push his slaves to their limits. (I'm not into that myself, but I figure that what better way to push a person?) On top of that, who knows? maybe H likes to see the look on his slave's face as ecstasy as he lets go? In this chappie, I go into a bit of Trowa's history, and explain his kink a bit. It's almost like a story in a story, and I think it made it longer than the others. I don't know why I choose what kink to go with what pilot, but Heero's I figured was obvious; since he's always had a high threshold for pain, I figured that he'd love spankings. ^_^;

Well, with no further ado, here's the next chapter! Hope you'll enjoy it! I think this is my own frustration coming out in this one.... Listening to Prince's old songs helps, too.... O_O; EM


Ch. 31

Duo had come so hard, that he fainted. He had never had an orgasm so intense. He woke up to the sounds of Trowa’s moans. He looked over to see Treize and Zechs rubbing the older boy’s chest, making him squirm in his bonds.

“Little Trowa, what should we do with you?” Treize purred as he played with his fox’s nipples. “How about your little…fetish? I haven’t done it to you for awhile now. But we’ll need to make some adjustments for you.” The older man nodded to Zechs, who ran to get the things they needed.

Duo’s eyes widened at the suspension bar, which was made in the shape of a huge ‘X’. It was different from the other bars he’d seen. Also the man carried what looked like a lot of straps. Treize let Trowa down, who got on his knees. Taking the cuffs off, Trowa sat quietly as the two men swiftly put up the suspension bar. Then, standing Trowa up, they placed a body harness on him, then arm cuffs were placed on his upper arms, and clamped near the elbows behind his back. As they were doing this, they touched him, making the teen give off a deep blush. Duo noticed that there were shiny rings nearly all over the harness.

Zechs bent down, licking Trowa along the way, coaxing moans out of him. Reaching slightly behind him, he brought up a pair of wider cuffs with rings on them. He placed these on his muscular thighs, and tightens the straps on those. Treize had gone back to the table and grabbed a rubber ball gag with small holes in it. He stuffed the ball in the boy’s mouth, making it stretch as wide as it could go. Then he reached around him and fastened the straps. Afterwards, he bent down and grabbed a leather blindfold. This he placed over the eyes. Trowa whimpered around the ball gag, and his breathing quickened, as if he were going to go into a panic. Trieze leaned in and kissed the ball in his mouth, brushing his hand on the fox’s cheek. Duo noticed that this seemed to have calmed him down.

Zechs pulled on the foxtail dildo stuck in Trowa’s ass. He worked it in and out slowly, until the boy’s length stood out long and hard again. He came around and took said cock in his mouth, all the way to the hilt. Duo moaned in spite of himself at the sight, and Heero groaned as well. He found himself hard again, but the cock ring they had placed back on him kept him at bay.

‘Shit, this thing’s back on again.’ He thought. He noticed that they put Heero’s back on as well. He heard a light tinkle of a bell, and then he felt a slight brush against his leg. Duo looked behind him to see Quatre’s face in a rosy blush. The blonde’s mouth hung open, breathing heavy with need. He groaned, wanting release. ‘Damn, he looks hot,’ thought the braided teen.

Treize must have heard him, because he called out to Quatre as he was busying himself with Trowa. “Be patient, little bunny, we’ll get to you soon enough,” he said. “…..maybe you need another ‘cleaning’?” Duo heard the blonde gasp, then whimper. After witnessing what happened over a week ago, he knew what that meant. Poor Quatre blushed even darker, if that were possible. He looked back over to Zechs torturing Trowa. The older blonde was still deep-throating the boy, swallowing to tighten his throat around him. The cinnamon-haired boy groaned loud around the gag, knees nearly giving out. If he were to fall forward, his hands wouldn’t be able to break his fall. Trieze decided it was time to pull the boy up. Zechs released the boy’s cock and helped clamp each end of the suspension bar to a point on the harness. Then he went over to the wall and raised him up.

Duo, Quatre, Heero, and Wufei watched as Trowa was being hoisted into the air. The lanky teen’s arms seemed to stick out from either side of him; his long legs, dangling limply. This was solved by Zechs taking a spreader bar and fastening it between his legs on the cuffs, exposing his ass. As if that weren’t enough, he then clamped tether to front rings on the leg cuffs to a spot near the boy’s chest, giving him an even more vulnerable appearance. Trowa was panting around his gag until Treize reached under and rubbed on his nipples, making him moan.

Heero was shocked. He had known of Trowa’s kink for strict bondage, but even he couldn’t have imagined anything this strict. Here was his friend, arms bound behind him, legs spread impossibly wide and hooked to the chest strap running across the front of the harness, gagged and blindfolded.

But he and the others weren’t prepared for what was to come next.

Treize reached under again and stroked Trowa, making him twitch and struggle. His face was red underneath the blindfold. Treize walked towards his rear, keeping his hands on the boy’s skin as he went. His fingers brushed the straps that were on either side of his balls, and followed it out and up over the pale cheeks. His hands brushed the arm cuffs, over the straps that ran across his back. Finally, they came to the now unruly thatch of cinnamon brown hair that was stuck to his forehead by sweat. There were goose bumps all over the older teen’s skin.

‘I feel…so helpless,’ Trowa thought. ‘Now there’s only one thing that’ll complete this…but this is good, so good….’

As if reading his thoughts, Zechs poured hot, dripping wax on his back. Trowa thrashed as hard as he could, but to no avail. He was secured tight on the bar. Treize worked the tail in and out of Trowa’s ass, making the cock ring strain against him. Trowa felt the man’s hands reach under to release the ring. His body tightened like a board, every muscle straining to stave off release. This caused the master to chuckle low into his fox’s ear.

“Like that, little one? Hope you can hold on….” he said.

Treize pulled the tail out of his ass, watching the inner walls clench closed around the now empty space. He licked at the opening, stretched by the position the boy was in. Trowa was still struggling against the sensation of a wet tongue at his ass, and the hot wax that was now going in that direction….

‘Holy, shit,’ Duo watched wide eyed. ‘Who can withstand all that? That has to hurt!’ He looked at the reactions of his friends. They all seemed as enthralled as he was, and just as turned on. He couldn’t believe it, but he found himself hard again. He just couldn’t take his eyes off his friend; he had to watch, to see his limits. His took in all of the wax splotches on his back and ass, bright blue. Trowa’s furry feet wiggling like crazy in the air until one of them slipped off. ‘I don’t think I’d be able to take that,’ Duo thought.

Zechs took the other one off, noting that he was sweating in them; they have to air dry for later. He placed these next to the table, and picked up a 20” riding crop. Treize was keeping busy licking Trowa, avoiding the hot wax in the process. He was lapping the boy’s weeping member when he noticed Zechs with the crop. He got up, and grabbed the candle, which had accumulated more hot wax on top. He slowly brought it close to Trowa’s chest. Said boy screamed around the gag from the heat. Treize came out from underneath him. When he nodded his approval, Zechs whacked him with the crop, making the poor boy arch his back in pain. The crop was worked over on his ass, making it hot and red. Treize smiled a evil little smile at his trainer.

Heero’s eyes widened. He didn’t like how this was turning out. ‘Shit, this doesn’t look good. Surely, master’s not going to…’ His eyed bugged out in shock as he watched Trieze poured the hot wax over Trowa’s ass, right were he was just struck. He was careful to avoid the puckered opening, but it coated his cheeks and the rest ran in rivulets down his legs, burning along the way. The fox’s lower legs were moving like mad, causing the suspension bar to sway. Zechs came up to Trowa’s face, grabbing his cheeks.

“Shhh, hush, Trowa, it’s alright; you know Master Treize won’t do anything to hurt you,” Zechs cooed as he stroked the boy’s face. He gave an open-mouthed kiss to the leather blindfold, and Trowa slowed his breathing. Zechs felt his body shiver underneath his hands. He glanced under him and smiled. He was rock hard as ever, with a long shining strand of pre-cum trailing down to a small puddle on the floor.

No, Trowa wasn’t hurt at all.

In fact, he was feeling euphoric right now.

He felt the heat pooling at his groin, just waiting for the word to give him release. But he must hold on for them. He nearly came when the wax was poured on his ass. Even his former master never did that. He used to either just pour wax on him, or he would beat him while bound and suspended. He thought back on his memories with his previous owner, and how he got here in the first place.


******** Mr. ‘S’, his former owner, was a well reputed, wealthy doctor in England. The man was very handsome once, except that he had a fake nose on his face from an injury during the war. The doctor had a penchant for beautiful young boys and bondage. He was part of an exclusive group that enjoyed the art of S&M, and they all owned one or more subs or pleasure slaves. The group met in secret places throughout the city of London to indulge in their desires.

Trowa was bought at the age of twelve from a circus troupe that was going out of business due to low funds. He was one of the trapeze artists, so he was used to being up in the air, doing flips and many crazy feats. But unfortunately, all of Europe was already familiar with the troupe’s acts, and each year the attendance was getting less and less. Their last performance was to be in their homeland of England, in London. The doctor was walking on the circus grounds, curious one day. ‘S’ snuck into the main tent to watch the trapeze artists practice. His eyes fell on a lithe, young boy with bright emerald green eyes and cinnamon brown hair, doing twists in mid-air. He stopped one of the attendants walking by.

“Excuse me, that little boy up there, isn’t he a bit young to be up so high, doing something so dangerous?” he asked.

“Who, little Trowa?” the attendant said. “Naw, he’s just fine; he’s been doing this since he was six. Besides, that’s the best time to train the artists while their young; they’re not as skittish then, willing to try anything. If they like it, kids’ll take to things like a duck to water!” he laughed.

“Where are his parents? Are they artists as well?” Doctor ‘S’ asked.

“Were artists,” the man sighed. “They were killed when he was only seven; got killed by some ruthless bandits in Paris during a resting period there. They wanted to go shopping before we took off the following day.” The man started to look very sad. “On the way back, those bandits took notice of them and robbed ‘em, killing them. Trowa took it really hard at first, but he’s only been able to let go in the past few years. We’re the only family he has.”

Doctor S looked at the man. “May I see your manager? I’d like to discuss a proposition with him.”

“Huh? Oh, sure.”

The attendant led him to the manager’s trailer. Doctor S told him of his ‘proposal’: he wanted to buy Trowa, to help them out, and to give the boy a good home. But what he didn’t tell the man was that he’d found a new submissive, the youngest he’d ever have. After their last performance, which made him love the young boy even more, the attendant told little Trowa to go to the manager’s trailer after the show. There, the manager introduced him to Doctor S. The deal was already made: the good doctor had paid enough money to help settle things debt-wise for the troupe, and to have them all living in modest comfort until they all got back on their feet.

How could he resist?

The manager readily accepted the offer, though thinking it a bit odd that a man of his stature and age would want with the boy. He merely shrugged it off as the man wanting to give the boy a good home, a nice life, and some companionship. After all, it was known that the man’s wife left him long ago, unable to deal with his drive to be one of the best doctors in England. Since then, he had been in the war, given his injuries, and he continued his practice. Maybe he just wanted an heir. He heard a light knock at the door. “Come in, Trowa,” he said.

The old ‘gentleman’ turned around and his breath nearly hitched in his throat. The boy was nearly as tall as he, with a lean, muscular build, more so than the average young teen due to his line of work. He noticed the boy’s eyes shone like the brightest of emeralds.

Trowa noticed how the man was staring and gave him a wary look. As the manager talked, his expression went from wariness to anger. Sold?! What the hell? He wasn’t a piece of meat! Besides, he’d rather be with a younger adult to be his new ‘parent’. This one looked…suspicious, like he had a secret you didn’t want to know.

“I know you’re pissed, but what are the others gonna do with you once we’re through? No one would be able to take care of you.”
He thought it would be best not to mention that thanks to him, the others would be fairly better off.

Doctor S took Trowa home immediately; he had very few possessions. Normally residing in rural areas due to the animals, he was very impressed with London. He’d never been in a big city to actually live there. When they came upon the doctor’s brownstone, one he lived in virtually alone, he was very impressed. Maybe he would like it after all.

But he was shocked at what he found inside.

He found maids practically naked, doing chores, bare asses showing from underneath the short frilly uniforms. He showed him around the place, each level more shocking than the last. Finally, they were on the top floor, the doctor’s floor. When he showed him his room, Trowa was horrified to see a naked young man, a couple of years older than he, hanging by his wrists from a chain in the ceiling. He ran to him to try to get him down.

Then he found out why he was bought. For the next few years, he had been trained to be one of the best-trained pleasure slaves in the doctor’s circle of ‘friends’. That was how his kink for strict bondage was found, and the doctors’ friends loved having one-on-one sessions with him. He found he loved being in mid-air, bound and helpless to whatever whims anyone had. He witnessed the pet training of his senior comrade, but he wasn’t to be trained at his age. One day, shortly after he turned seventeen, he was at one of the secret meeting places with his master as usual, in a very intense session, that he met Trieze. The man looked to be only a few years older than he. His eyes met the smoldering blue ones, and even though he was hanging upside down, he kept his attention focused on him.

The ginger-haired man was dressed in a navy blue designer suit, with a cream scarf. He had on a white shirt, with no tie, and his shirt was open partially to reveal what he knew was a tan, muscular chest. He saw the man crossed his long legs, catching a slight tent in the pants of his suit. The man was staring sultrily at him. Knowing he had the boy’s attention from the off the low stage, he ran his hands over his collar, brushing his chest. Trowa blushed, and his cock strained even more inside the leather thong it was wrapped in.

‘He’s…beautiful,’ the boy thought.

Treize waited until everyone left before he introduced himself. “Doctor S, How are you? Do you remember me? I’m sure the last time you saw me I was very young coming with my father on one of his business trips.”

“Little Trieze? Oh, my goodness, it is you! How are you?” the doctor said smiling warmly. “I heard you’ve inherited your father’s assets in its entirety, including The Estate. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to attend the funeral, but I was hemmed up in a convention, and I was one of the guest speakers.”

“That’s alright, thank you. Dad was right about you…” he said looking over at Trowa kneeling next to the entrance, “….you have an excellent eye.” He smiled. “He’s lovely.”

The old man looked over to Trowa and smiled. “Little Trowa? Yes, he is, isn’t he? I’ve had him since he was only 12. He was part of a circus troupe that went out of business. He was once a trapeze artist. That’s why I can hang him up any old way I want; he’s used to being suspended.”

“Is he? I’ve heard rumors that you were going to retire soon, and you were going to settle for a quite life.”

“Yes, I am, you’re correct; I’m afraid I’ve gotten too old for this scene. I’ve already sold my other ‘pets’, and Trowa here’s the last one left, other than the servants to help me out. I even have them dressed in regular uniforms,” he laughed aloud before he went into a coughing fit.

Trowa’s brows under his bangs frowned in concern. His master had been getting sicker and sicker as time passed. He fought the urge to jump up and tend to him.

“Would you be interested in selling Trowa to me? How old is he?”

“He just turned 17. I know your father had his…passions as well. Looks like you inherited that, as well,” he smiled. “Your father was an outstanding gentleman, and an excellent Dom,” he coughed again. “I can’t imagine a better man to take Trowa.”
‘Take? He’s selling me?’ Trowa thought. ‘I can’t leave him! He’s sick!’ he groaned his thoughts to the old doctor.

“Now, now, little one, I know what you’re thinking,” he said looking back at the teen. “I’m getting worse, and I want to spare you from the harshness of my last days. You need a young Dom who can keep up with you. Trieze’s father was a wonderful man, and the boy himself has inherited The Estate.” He turned and walked over to him, and holding out his hand, motioned for him to stand. Trowa was now taller than he was, so he looked up into his eyes.

“Do you know of the place?” he said as he gently held the boy’s cheeks.

“Small chatter from the other slaves, Master. Is it nice?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t leave you in another place. There will many other like you, my boy. You’ll be in good hands.” He smiled as he kissed his cheek.

Trowa left with Trieze the next day; the man gave Doctor S enough money to take care of his remaining medical bills, even though he was more than likely comfortable without it. But since the older man was a friend of his father, he felt he had to help him out. Trowa was a little nervous about flying; going into Europe, they took the ferry due to all the animals for the circus. But he soon found that he liked his new home once he met Heero, another slave that Treize had in his ‘personal’ stable.*******

Trowa broke out of his little reverie to realize that he was being lowered slightly. Zechs gently removed the ball gag, and the little fox inhaled air in big gulps, cooling the drool that was on his chin from it being in his mouth for so long. He moaned as he felt Treize’s tongue lapping at his entrance. He felt something nudging at his mouth: Zech’s thick cock. Moaning, he accepted it gratefully, trying to lap at it in spite of the position he was in. He gasped around the thick member when he felt his master slowly enter his tight entrance, feeling the now-cooled wax give way and fall off, exposing his ass little by little.

“Oh, Trowa, you feel so good,” Treize moaned. “You’re always so relaxed after I hang you up first.” His hands gripped tighter, cracking the wax, revealing slightly red skin underneath. When he was fully seated, he waited to keep himself in check in order to prevent Zech’s cock being shoved down his throat. When Zechs nodded that he was ready, He slowly pulled out, and holding the boy steady, thrust back in to the hilt. Trowa moaned around the blonde’s thick pole, sending vibrations throughout. It sent chills down his legs, and he almost lost it.

“Oh, shit, don’t stop!” he moaned.

Trieze gradually built up his pace, letting his fox adjust. Soon, he was lost in the tight sleeve of Trowa’s passage. He slapped his ass, completely cracking the wax and making it fall to the floor.

The other boys couldn’t believe what the hell they were watching. It was as if they turned their friend into some sort of perverted see-saw. As Zechs pumped into Trowa’s mouth to the hilt, Trieze pulled out; as their master pumped into his ass, Zechs pulled out. Duo’s face felt hot; he just knew his face was red. It seemed all the blood pooled at his groin, wanting to leave from there. He saw that he was rock hard, and the effects of the drug were not helping anyone. Looking at his friends, he saw Heero was visibly panting, eyes following their every move; he turned around to see Quatre squirming on his chain, and looking around Heero to see Wufei arch his back in time, wriggling his ass, wishing something was filling it. Duo’s eyes went back to the trio before him. He moaned at what he saw:

The two men had fallen in time with each other, and they were at opposite ends, pumping in and out at the same time. Both men were sweating, their muscular bodies shining. Trieze’s hips were rolling, trying to hit Trowa’s sweet spot. When the boy’s forearms flew out and stiffened, Duo guessed that the man found it. He moaned long and low, nearly making the trainer in front of him buckle from the vibrations. The down below his friend and saw a huge puddle of pre-cum shinning on the black tile, still connected by the long string from the tip of his wet cock.

‘Shit,’ Duo thought, ‘I’m about to fuckin’ LOSE it…’ he moaned. He needed some more attention. NOW. The others groaned in response. This sight was better than any porn he’d ever seen.

Trieze felt that he was very close, listening to his other pets moan out their frustrations wanting attention. He looked over the boy to Zechs, who looked to be in pure bliss, ready to jump off the edge. When he felt it creep in tingly heat toward the end of his own cock, he leaned over and growled, “How does it feel to be watched and not see it? You should see the others! They want to be in your plaaace,” he moaned the last part out as he was dangerously close. “Now, Trowa! Let it go! Show your fellow pets how much you love this!”

Trowa let loose a painful-sounding moan around Zechs dick, making him lose control and shoot straight down the boy’s throat; he tried to swallow every last drop, but some found its way out and dribble down his chin onto the floor. Zechs slowly slid out of the boy’s throat and mouth, and collapsed in front of him on the cool tiles. Trieze gripped Trowa’s hips hard enough to leave marks as he felt he boys walls clinch around him, ready to release. He saw his hips arch up as he came, coating the boy’s insides, and he forced one last thrust into him, pushing his fox over the edge.

When Trowa came, he came hard. His forearms stiffened and stood out rigid behind him. He was still moaning and it was increasing in volume as it rushed to the tip, then burst violently in thick white spurts onto the black tiles, right between Zech’s legs, barely missing his own wilting member.

“Shit,” he breathed out. “Look at him!”

Trowa raising his ass as far as it could go, then arching it down as low as he could, continued to come for about another minute, the spurts getting less and less each time until it finally dripped out directly underneath him. It was as if he were trying to pump it all out of himself. When he was done, he panted, chest heaving, arms finally relaxed. Finally, his body fell limp in exhaustion, his breathing slowly getting back to normal.

Treize walked around to face his fox, eyebrows raised at the trail of cream he released, starting from close to where Zechs sat, then back underneath him. He knelt down to kiss his forehead, and slowly took off the leather blindfold. The boy’s eyes squinted at first from the light, but would they came into focus, he got a surprise.

Trowa stretched forward again and kissed him again, passionately. Tears were running down his cheeks as he lapped at the older man’s full lips. The man could taste his trainer’s unique flavor. Trieze held his head between his hands to stop him from swinging, smiling.

“Looks like somebody loved their punishment,” he grinned. “I should do that more often. You really held out, there, my pet. That makes for a wonderful show. The others definitely liked it look at them.”

When he turned him to face his friends, he blushed. He saw that all of his friends were practically red from head to toe in frustration. He looked back at his master and gave a slight yip of approval. He felt his master’s come ooze out of him running along underneath until it reached the tip. Treize reached down and unlatched the boy’s legs from underneath him. Since he was low enough now, his feet landed on the floor. Zechs went to the switch and gave the boy some slack to stand. Then he came and helped his master take the suspension bar off of him. Trowa fell into Trieze’s arms, and Zechs released them. The fox’s arms swung around to hold onto his slightly taller master. He was totally exhausted from his exertion, so the man picked him up bridal-style and carried him to his cage, placing him on top of the cushioned surface. When he turned around, the others were surprised to see that he was hard again.


“So…who should I punish next?” he said lustily. “How about you…Wufei?”