Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Hey, everyone! I'm soooo sorry for not having updated in a long time; I had a ton of tests to take, and for some reason, I was inspired to write my first Naruto fic. The name of the fic is Malicious (shameless plug for fic), and if you want to check it out, be my guest.

Man, I think that this was the longest chapter I've ever written! I wanted to explain throughly how Wufei came to get where he was. For somewhat of a plot, I had Wufei in a family, and he was the only son out of five kids. You'll see in the story, and you'll probably think, 'damn, that's fucked-up', but all of the boys have an interesting story that led them to Treize's estate. *whew!* I still have to tell about Heero and Quatre! I'm gonna slide Heero's story in somewhere!

To warn you, there's a little bit of minor, giving ya'll a heads-up. And, I kinda exposed not one kink, but two on Wufei.... ^_^

Hope you enjoy this chapter! EM

Ch. 32


Wufei gasped at the sound of his name. He raised his eyebrows, as if to say, ‘who, me?’ He looked at Treize on border of anticipation and wariness. He watched his master slowly walking towards him. When the man was finally in front of him, he was unsure of what to expect. Would he exploit his kink as well, like he did Heero and Trowa? Duo got off on what Trieze did true, but he could tell that wasn’t it. You know how one can tell if you’ve truly touched a person’s kink?

When they have that look, the look of pure bliss. The look that lets one know that they’ve truly let go, one of immense relief.

Heero’s turn-on is whippings, and humiliation, but more towards the whipping. He’s always had a high threshold for pain. If someone’s able to surprise him like Trieze, and apparently like Madam Dorothy, he loved it. Trowa’s kink for being tied up, completely restrained; due to his past as a trapeze artist, if he’s in the air, even better. It’s the feel of being completely helpless that was a turn-on for him. As for Quatre’s kink for enema play, well…maybe he just gets off on the fact how embarrassing it is. After all, next to sex, there isn’t anything more intimate than taking a dump. Being forced to do so while someone watches or watching someone does get some people off, while for others they can’t even picture it.

“Let’s see…since we’re going along on this tangent, Wufei, how about yours?” Trieze smirked.

Wufei shook himself out of his thoughts. The man was less than three feet in front of him. At his height, the chains were a little lower like Quatre’s. He was looking him dead in his blue eyes. Trieze leaned the rest of the way in and gave him a lick to his lips, bringing out a blush on his bronze skin.

“Zechs, get out…the needles…” he said as he looked into his leopard’s eyes.

Zechs, who was taking a small time-out to recover, got up on the man’s words. He found that he was hard again. It was a good thing he and Trieze had taken the same ‘X’ they gave the boys. Not that they needed the help in his opinion, but with all they had planned to do to them, they needed back-up.

But now they’re going to be like a couple of horn-dogs for a week, even after they were through torturing the boys.

Trieze called to him to lower Wufei’s chains. As he did so, he wrapped his arms around the young man’s waist. He unhooked the cuffs from the chains, leaving the wrists bound. He flipped him over his shoulder, and carried him to the padded leather crossbar that was used on Duo nearly a month ago. Zechs, figuring that maybe the boys wanted to watch, walked over and turned the others around to face them. Duo watched with renewed hunger Zechs’ tight ass swaying as he walked. His mind drifted off, wondering what it would feel like to pound into him….

Wait a minute; did he just think what he just thought?

‘Fuck, I’ve been here too long already,’ Duo thought as he shook his head, letting his chin touch his chest. ‘Besides, he’s always been the master’s and master’s alone…maybe he’s interested in sharing….’ Then in realization, his head sprung up.

‘DAMN!’ he hissed. ‘Uh, this ‘X’ is fuckin’ with me…’ he let loose a soft moan.

“…Like what you see, kitty?” Zechs said. He had stopped and turned at the sound of the boy’s moaning.

Duo licked his lips in response, and let out a small growl, pissed that the man had called him out.

“FUCK YOU!!!” he finally shouted.

Trieze turned his head at his cat’s voice. He quickly finished strapping Wufei in, then he picked up the tawse-style whip off the table. Then he strolled over to Duo, and gave him several hard smacks, making him cry out.

“YOU, are not to actually speak unless told to do so!” Trieze growled. “You’re my cat, ACT like one!” he hissed. “Am I making myself fucking clear?”

Duo’s eyes were like wide saucer plates, breathing heavily, riding out the sting of the whip. “M-mewr…” he replied.

Trieze licked the marks on his stomach left by his exertions, making the boy purr. He turned and faced Zechs, who looked like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs. He knew he was in for it, because in a way, he provoked Duo’s angry outburst. If the boy were angered, he could regress back to day one. Trieze stopped in front of him, blue eyes boring into ice blue ones.

“I’ll take care of your ass later…or perhaps down here, in front of the boys, once we’re all done? Show them what I do to you in private,” he growled.

Zechs gulped. Shit, there was no telling what the man was going to do to him…

“Yes Master Treize,” he muttered.

Treize let out a cleansing breath. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes, my leopard here…” he said as he walked back over towards Wufei.

Wufei sighed. So much for being left alone…

Trieze stood in front of Wufei’s exposed back. He reached around and hit a switch near the middle of the crossbar; the middle lowered, making the boy appear as if he were bending over. Then, he turned the crossbar to where the others could see them from a side view. Duo could see a rosy blush on his friend’s face. Then Treize squatted down and reached for something else that was behind the crossbar; it was a head rest, like the type for a massaging table, but smaller. The ring cradled the boy’s face, keeping his head still, yet you could still see his face perfectly.

Zechs had made his way back to the table, awaiting his master’s orders. When Treize looked at him, he handed the man a slender wooden box.

“Prep him,” the older said.

Zechs grabbed a white bottle that Duo soon realized was isopropyl alcohol, and a wide cotton pad. He applied some to it, and rubbed down the boy’s back. After letting it dry, he brushed his lips from the leopard’s neck all the way down his back to the top of his soft cleft.

Wufei moaned at the contact, raising his cheeks in the air. Zechs gave him a smack on his cheeks, and he relaxed. “There, there, Wufie, no worries; we’ll make sure you’ll enjoy this.” the blonde murmured in the boy’s ear. As he backed away, he grabbed the Chinese boy’s hair tie, and pulled it off, releasing his raven black locks.

‘Wow, I’ve never seen it down before,’ Duo thought. Even on his first night in the hot tub with the others, the boy’s hair was tied back. It fell in a black curtain to his shoulders. There was…something almost primal about the boy with his hair down. Duo thought he looked even cuter than ever. He blushed. ‘Yeah, this drug’s affecting me very badly,’ he thought.

Treize parted the hair with his fingers, exposing the back of the boy’s neck. He reached down and stroked his slave’s already hardened cock. Wufei tried to pump into the man’s hand, but to no avail. Backing up, Trieze stared at the boy’s back for several minutes; in his mind he was picturing where to place the acupuncture needles in order to heighten his leopard’s pleasure. He smiled as everything was falling into place.

Wufei waited, panting from restraint. It felt as if his cock ring was cutting off his blood supply, and everything was trapped there, waiting. But he knew what the older man was doing: mapping out where to place the needles. He enjoyed piercing as well, and wondered when Trieze was going to make an actual nipple piercing on him. So far, all he had done was put the much smaller needles there. Why was he like this? He could only blame his former master and his father for that one...


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For some reason when he was a little boy, his father did not like him. He had four older sisters before him, Lien, Jin, Tao, and Jun and instead of being proud of the fact that he at last had a son, he was dismayed because he actually looked more like a fifth daughter. Even though he was very smart in his books, and a prodigy in the ways of the sword and martial arts, he still looked like a girl. His sisters thought he was too adorable, and dressed him up in their old traditional outfits, put makeup on him, and tie up his hair, which was down to his waist. Then they would all dress up in their own and go about the large estate home, which was in Beijing, drawing compliments and admirers alike. If there were some visitors that were there, they would voice their admiration on how beautiful all five of his daughters were, especially the youngest.

With embarrassment, he would explain that the youngest was actually the son, his sisters just loved to dress him up. Later on, in anger, he would fuss at the girls to quit dressing him up in their outfits; he was supposed to be the next head of the household, not an honorary girl.

Wufei never understood why his father would be so angry; wasn’t he always good in school and in the martial arts? He tried so hard to please him. He felt free of his father’s high expectations whenever he was in his sisters’ clothes. Once they were married off, all that would be expected of them would be to become good housewives. But all his business-minded father wanted was to have good appearances, and good heirs.

The eldest Lien, was eighteen, and the youngest, Jun was fourteen, and he was twelve. The girls were birthed like stair steps in their father’s haste to produce a son. It was with much coaxing from their mother at the time to wait a few years, and maybe their chances would increase. It worked, but in the process, he produced a rather effeminate son. Their mother died when he was only two from a prevailing illness, so it left one parent to look after four girls and a boy.

When he turned thirteen, it turned out to be the most turbulent time in his life. He snuck out and bought more revealing clothes and he snuck out of the house as a girl, making sure to avoid the housekeepers. No one thought of it at stores; after all, for all they knew, he was getting something for the youngest daughter. Also, he would go to clubs dressed as a girl with his two eldest sisters. His favorite outfit was to wear some tight cutoffs, just high enough to show off his buttocks and a tight halter top with breast enhancers stuff in his bra. They would braid up his hair, and they would set off.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was on Halloween, and all the siblings were attending a party of a schoolmate. The eldest was home from college, and was there to chaperone. Mr. Chang had the company president, Mr. O visiting to seal a long-awaited deal for a hopeful promotion, and more influence in the company. Meanwhile, the girls and Wufei were getting dressed upstairs. He begged his Lien to wear her mischievous school girl outfit she wore at a party in college.

“What are you, crazy?” she said, “Even father doesn’t know I have this thing!”

“Pleeeaaase, sis, let me wear it! I know I’ll look good in it! I’m the only one who can fit it!” he pleaded.

She sighed. “Okay, fine, just let me get the accessories for it, okay?”

Coming back to his room, she brought the very short red gingham dress the white thigh-high stockings with matching red gingham bows, some ruffled white panties, and red hair bows. He already had a pair of black dolly shoes. The other two middle girls put the boy’s hair in pigtails, tied by ribbons. The girls looked at him in shock.

“Damn,” huffed Lien, “You look better in that thing than I do.”

Once they were ready to go, they tipped down stairs. They could hear voices in the drawing room, where guests were usually welcomed. They all knew they had to leave in a big cluster so their father wouldn’t notice Wufei.

“Ready?” the eldest hissed, “We all run by the drawing room in a group. Okay, one, two…three!”

They rushed by the large drawing room that was by the door.

“Bye, father!” they called, “Don’t wait up!”

“Hey, Wufei, before you leave, let me introduce you to Mr. O, the president of the company,” he called out.

Shit.

Wufei gulped. “Uh, Father, do I have to? We’re running late!”

“NOW! It’ll only take a few minutes. Girls, wait for him in the car.”

The elder sisters looked at their baby brother with worry etched in their features. They just knew father was going to get very, very angry. They tipped out, leaving the door cracked for the boy’s quick get away.
He could grab a coat from the closet, but that meant passing by the doorway again, and he would be seen….

“COME HERE, WUFEI!!! YOU’RE BEING DISRESPECTFUL!”

Wufei winced. Time to face the music…this was his craziest outfit yet.

“I’m sorry, Mr. O, my son can be…odd at times…” Mr. Chang said with an uneasy smile. “Hopefully, he’ll inherit my legacy once I’m gone.”

The bald older gentleman smiled. “From what you’ve told me, he’ll make for an excellent heir. But I’m still not sure about this promotion, though….there are some promising prospects…”

“Believe me, you won’t regret it, sir! I know I can make for a wonderful, responsible Vice President…”

Both men turned at the sound of clicking heels entering the room. Mr. Chang, who was sipping some tea, spat it out. His jaw dropped, and he dropped the cup, spilling the hot tea on his lap. He hopped up and dropped the cup on the floor, which didn’t break.

“Oh, Chang, you didn’t tell me you had another daughter; you called for young Wufei, right?” Mr. O smiled. He knew this was the son, and he had heard rumors around the firm about how effeminate he was, but he was still a beautiful sight to behold. When he saw the boy round the corner into the room, it took all of his resolve to keep his mouth from dropping open in awe.

‘I must have him’, he thought lustily. He watched Wufei run in the high-heeled dolly shoes toward his father in concern. He observed the boy as he demurely squatted down to pick up the teacup to place it on a nearby table, showing a hint of white ruffled panties. He helped his father back in the chair, and grabbed a napkin, trying to dry off the man’s lap. Mr. O let loose a faint smile.

“Oh my, father! Are you okay? You dropped that hot tea in your lap!”
“I’m-I’m okay, it just hit my legs, not any higher…” then he realized why he dropped the damn thing in the first place, and he snatched the napkin from the boy’s hand. He grabbed his wrist and yanked him down within earshot, unknowingly giving his boss better view of his son’s panties.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING, BOY?!” he hissed in his ear. When he saw that the older man’s eyebrow lift and he tilted his head questionably, he let the boy go so he could right himself, and get his ass out of his boss’s face.

“Uhm, my Halloween costume?” he said. *ahem* “Cute, huh?” Wufei offered nervously.

His father held up one finger to cut him off. “Excuse me, sir…” he said, walking out of the room.

“So, you’re Wufei?” Mr. O asked. “How are you?”

Wufei kicked a toe into the carpet shyly. The bald-headed man, though sitting down, looked as though he could be very tall and muscular. He blushed slightly. “Um, fine…sir…”

The older man smiled. “I must say, that’s an interesting choice in costume for a young man, don’t you think?”

“Well, as you can see by Father’s distaste, I sometimes like to wear women’s or girl’s clothes.” He said as he sat on the arm of the empty chair.

Mr. O took a subtle hitch of breath as the dress hiked even higher up his bronze thighs, revealing the panties around his cheeks.

“Why do you like it? Is it a kink of sorts?” he asked.

“What is a ‘kink’, sir?” Wufei asked as he fiddled with a pigtail.

‘If I have you, I can teach you much, much more…’ “…it’s something that you enjoy that may seem odd to someone else,” he offered. “But if you want my personal opinion, and don’t say anything to your father about this…”

“Yes?”

“I think you look breathtaking, Wufei.” Mr. O smirked.

Wufei blushed at the older man’s comment. “Th-thanks…”

Mr. Chang stomped back into the room after cussing out the girls and telling them that their brother would not be joining them. “I’m so sorry about this, sir! I’m so embarrassed! I’ve talked to this son of mine so much about this… go upstairs, now!” he pointed upstairs.

Wufei sighed and stood….

“No, Chang, I wish for your son to stay.” O said. “I have a proposition for you.”

“What is it, sir?”

The old man stood up and closed the distance between himself and the young boy. The man was tall, and he was standing at least a few inches taller than his father.

“…if you let me have your son, you have your promotion. I wish to take him tonight.”

What no one in the company knew about the man was that even though he had his harem living in his home, they were taken to the Red Light district, to an expensive brothel that he opened only on the weekends. But that information was only for those with his interests….

Both Chang males’ eyes widened in disbelief. The elder Chang had heard through the grapevine of his boss’ small ‘harem’ of young women and young men. He didn’t think it was true. For this man to take his son…it sounded disgusting, but at the same time…

He wanted more status within the corporation, and once again a Chang would be near the top again of this established company. But his deceased wife Miriam would roll over in her grave if she knew…

Wufei couldn’t believe it: want him? Why? He stared at his father’s stoic face, the features looking as if he were actually considering it.

‘He wouldn’t…’ the son thought. ‘surely blood would win out…’

“Fine. You have a deal.” The elder Chang stated. He reached out and shook Mr. O’s hand.

Poor Wufei’s legs gave out, and he collapsed onto his knees on the floor. He couldn’t believe it! His father practically sold him for a fuckin’ position in a company!

“Wonderful, Chang, you won’t regret it; though I might add that you’ll soon have heirs though your daughters someday.” Mr. O said.

“W-what makes you say that, sir?” Mr. Chang asked nervously.

“By the way your son chooses to dress.” the older man stated. He rose up from his chair, standing up in front of Wufei. The young boy looked up; the man towered over him! The man bent over and helped him to his feet. Even with the stack-heeled shoes he was wearing, he was still almost a full two feet shorter than he was. Even his father was almost a foot shorter. He turned and looked up into his father’s eyes, tears welling within them.

“Father, how could you? For a damn promotion!?” he whimpered.

“It’s for the best; maybe Mr. O can teach you how to be a proper man,” Mr. Chang replied sadly at his son, though deep down he knew that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Let’s go, Wufei,” Mr. O said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Out in the hallway, Wufei went to the closet to grab his coat, since it was a little chilly out tonight. But Mr. O spoke against it.

“There’s no need for it, little one; I will provide for you from now on, and besides…I like your outfit.” He smiled.

“Y-yes sir,” Wufei mumbled. He was still numb from the shock of the ‘business deal’ his father made. Hate for the man started to well inside him, but then subsided when he realized that at least he wouldn’t be ashamed of him anymore. He walked over to Mr. O, who was standing by the door. On the way, his father grabbed him in an unexpected hug.

“I’m sorry, son,” he said, squeezing him tight.

“You don’t act like it,” Wufei said coldly as he brushed his father’s arms from around him. He followed Mr. O out the door.

Wufei’s siblings didn’t know what happened until they came back from the Halloween party late. They found out from the servants who were in the house at the time. When they ran to him in anger, they found it to be true. Mr. Chang found himself shunned by his own daughters.

In the limo, Mr. O sat Wufei straddling his lap, and he nuzzled his neck, sending chills down the boy’s spine. Even though he was much older than he was, the boy couldn’t help but find the man somewhat attractive. He gasped when said man shifted him to where he felt a distinct lump brush against him. The boy’s face reddened when his hands roamed to his backside, fingers running along the lacy frills on his panties.

“What do you intend to do with me?” the boy shuddered.

“I intend to make you part of my harem,” the bald man smiled. “and from here on out, you will refer to me as ‘Master O’ or simply ‘Master’.”

“Yes…master,” he mumbled.

“I will teach you so much, little one; you’ll soon learn how to pleasure myself as well as my clients, or your fellow slaves. But…” he ran his fingers through Wufei’s long silky hair—“…we’ll need to cut this to a proper length. I want to be able to tell it’s you, and not one of the girls I have.”

Over time, Wufei adjusted to living in Master O’s mansion. One of the kinks that were discovered along with wearing skimpy women’s clothing was the acupuncture needles, along with just having them pierce his skin. Master O was very happy to oblige. He cared for Wufei and loved him, as he did his other twenty-three slaves.

Master O did acupuncture with all of his slaves, and he noticed that each one had their own pattern. He wrote down and memorized them all, noticing as well that Wufei’s reactions was one the most intense out of all of them.

Wufei grew to love his new master, even more so than his own father. He was willing to do anything for him. From time to time he wondering about how his sisters were doing, but the bad memories of his father would return, and he squashed them.

Wufei was sixteen when he was introduced to Treize. He was there on business with his father in Beijing, when he took his son to the Red Light district. The elder Kushrenada wanted to show his son his ‘favorite places’.

They came upon Master O’s brothel, and from Treize’s point of view, it was one of the most extravagant he’d ever seen. Times like these he was thankful that he shared his father’s hedonistic views in life. His father knocked on the door, and it opened to a muscular bouncer.

“State your business, sir,” he said.

“We’re here to visit Master O; tell him Kushrenada is here to see him.”

“Very well.”

The bouncer turned toward a nearby phone, and talked into it. He hung it up and faced them.

“You may go upstairs to the third floor”, he said.

“Thank you.” Trieze smiled. Turning to his father, he asked, “Do you know where he is?”

“Of course I do; I’ve come here every time I have business here. You’ll love them here, son. Master O always has the most beautiful servants here in this district. In fact, he told me that he has someone perfect for you, and he’s trained him for the past few years; had him since he was thirteen.”

“Thirteen?! Is that legal?” Treize exclaimed. His father turned to him and smiled.

“No worries here, Treize. This district has its own law enforcement, and they follow strict guidelines. As long as everyone is treated well…and the money’s green…it doesn’t matter how old they are. But at the youngest, they are introduced at the age of fourteen into the brothels here.”

Father and son continue up the stairs, and toward the door they were directed. As they got closer, they heard the familiar sounds of sex; moans increasing. When the elder Kushrenada opened the door, they were treated to the sight of Master O ‘playing’ with Wufei.

“Oh, we’re so sorry! Please excuse us…” Trieze said.

“No, you came just in time,” the older man said. He was thrusting roughly into a young boy, at the same time, he was taking—needles?—out of his back. He only had a few more to go.

“What is he doing? Why are there needles in his back?” Trieze whispered.

“You see, that is one of his techniques that Mr. O has explained to me; he’s using acupuncture needles to enhance the slaves’ sensitivity and orgasm. He places the needles in a certain order, all the while engaging in foreplay. You have sex with them as well, to build up the crescendo that’s been formed during foreplay. As you do so, you take out the needles, and when you take the last one out—ah, you can see for yourself—“

Master O plucked out the last needle from Wufei’s back. When he did, he let out the loudest moan Treize ever heard, and saw what he thought was the most intense orgasm he’d ever seen. He blushed brightly at how Wufei’s lithe frame was arched, skin shining with sweat. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

“Surprise, son,” his father said. “He’s your early birthday present.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yes, he is, young one,” Mr. O said as he walked over to them. He had dressed in a thin silk robe, and he walked over to the two men. The tall bald man engulfed his father in a passionate embrace.

“I missed you, Jeremy,” he purred.

“Not in front of my kid, you,” Jeremy Kushrenada blushed slightly. Treize stared at the two elders in awe. His dad was blushing? The man barely did that around his mother!” he found his face buried in a solid muscular chest.

“I can’t believe how you son has grown! Wufei will be perfect for him.” At the mention of his name, said boy came up to Trieze and bowed, taking his hand in his and kissing it. He kneeled in front of him, eye-level with his straining crotch. He looked up at him with sultry black eyes.

“Hello young Master Kushrenada. My name is Wufei Chang. It is my pleasure to meet you.”

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Wufei was brought out of his reverie with the prick of a needle at the base of his neck. He moaned. He felt the initial rush of liquid heat flowing down to his groin.

“You see Duo,” Trieze said, each person has their own pattern of needles that really gives a person a very intense orgasm. Wufei’s former owner taught me his pattern myself, and I know it by heart. Whenever I play with him alone, this is usually what is done. First, you must start off with a lot of foreplay…”

Zechs, who was rubbing him down, bent down to take Wufei into his mouth. The Chinese leopard hissed as Zechs reached around and played with the tail-plug, pulling it in and out. Treize walked over to the table, and picked up the needles. He placed another at the base, but off to the right, around an inch away.

Wufei moaned again, louder this time. Duo looked at him, wondering if it was hurting him. “Why does he moan as though he likes it?” he asked.

“It’s because he does, silly,” Treize smiled. “Each needle I place on him awakens his senses and heightens them. I put them in a certain order, and then reverse the process, all the while teasing him and fucking him.” He grinned as he placed in another needle, listening to his leopard moan. “Also, the needles stave off his orgasm until the last needle is removed.” He placed another two in their respective places, causing the boy to thrust into Zechs’ mouth involuntarily. The lanky muscular blonde moved up to the dark-haired boy’s nipples, lavishing wet licks and bites.

“Places the two needles there,” Treize ordered.

“Yes, Master,” murmured the blonde lustfully. He placed a needle in each of the boy’s nipples, the slightly larger heads adding a little weight and a wonderful sensation for him. Wufei squirmed, making the needles bobble on his nipples, sending waves of pleasure through him.

“More, more, master! Please!” he wailed.

The man chuckled. “Are you sure? It’s been awhile, can you handle it?”

“Of course I can! ---Master Treize,” he added with a faint blush.

Treize did as he was told, but at his leisure. He placed all of the needles on him, creating a symbol for ‘fire’ in his back. From Duo’s point of view, his friend looked like a porcupine. He saw that he was painfully hard, as were Heero and Quatre. Craning his neck back further, he saw that Trowa had awakened and was watching from where he sat on top of the padded cage.

Treize started to stir Wufei’s fire even hotter by licking at his entrance, inserting his tongue and wriggling it around. Zechs flicked the needles that were stuck into his nipples. Treize stood, and taking his cock in hand, proceeded to nudge his way in. Wufei’s eye rolled into the back of his head as he was trying to hump the restraints he was in. In one push, Treize fully sheathed himself inside the boy, making him cry out in ecstasy.

The man soon fell into a rhythm; Duo was mesmerized by the swaying of the needles sticking out of the boy’s back and nipples. More blood rushed down to his groin at how absolutely sinful his master looked as his hips rolled as he pumped into his friend, slow, teasing. They snapped forward when he was buried, causing the needles to sway. He moaned as Zechs, who was already behind him, was licking at his opening.

“Don’t…stop…,” he moaned when his white-haired trainer inserted two fingers, and started pushing it in and out. He used his remaining hand to pump his cock.

Duo stared at this scene in front of him. ‘Damn it, I wanna join them!’ he thought heatedly. His cock was pulsing, straining against the ring. He looked over at Heero, whose hips were moving in time with Zechs’ hands. Quatre was looking oversexed, if that were possible, his eyes clouded over in pure lust. The braided cat was nervous about how this rabbit was going to act when it was finally his turn.

Treize had started to remove the needles, making Wufei moan louder and louder. His bronze skin was flushed and sweating, hair clinging to his face, breathing labored. The needles made faint plinking noises as they hit the table.

“Zechs, push me,” he moaned.

Zechs had a look of lust as he removed his fingers, and got up, placed his dick at his entrance, and shoved inside. Treize groaned as he felt himself suddenly full. Zechs moaned his appreciation; it wasn’t too often that he had the chance to fuck his master. His thrusts pushed Trieze into Wufei, who was wailing. Every needle that was taken out, built up even more pressure inside him.

Treize panted as he gave his next order; “Up—up front,” he panted.

Zechs abruptly pulled out with a slight pop, the sound making the boys groan. Duo, aware that Trowa was the only one not hanging up, was surprised that the tall, lanky boy didn’t just jump on all of them. Damn, his ass really did have restraint.

Zechs moved towards the front, and at Treize’s signal, he pulled the needles from the boy’s nipples. Wufei felt like he was climbing higher and higher, with every needle that was removed. The pressure at his cock was building; he felt that it was coated completely with it. Zechs was amazed at how much had dripped onto the floor; it was almost as much as Trowa’s. He slurped on the boy as if his cock were a juicy popsicle, taking care to hold onto his hips to keep him from thrusting into his mouth.

Duo felt the familiar wetness running down his legs as well. He wanted to be fucked again, fucked senseless. He wished he were in Trowa’s shoes, not bound, just sitting and watching; he would rush to join in! He saw that Treize was on the last two needles. He plucked out the next-to-the-last one; Zechs took off the cock ring that held him bound along with the needles.

Treize came violently, fingers digging into Wufei’s slim hips. The boy felt the thick, hot spurts of come entering him. The sensation was too much. Now the only thing left was that last---

His master reached up and pulled out the last needle, and it felt as though a huge gate was opened. Wufei came so violently hard that his inner walls had Treize’s dick in a choke-hold, and the waves of muscles quickly coaxed another orgasm out of the man. Zechs was surprised that the boy had pulled himself out at the exact moment, and his face was splattered with warm, thick seed. The thick gobs ran down his chin. Treize slid slowly out of his slave, collapsing onto the cool floor. He came twice in rapid succession, his results oozing out of Wufei down his legs.

Zechs was too turned on by the whole thing, and he immediately crawled over to Treize, and sat back on his haunches. He had the look of a pleading dog that was caught eating ice cream. The elder man smiled.

“You want me to finish you off?”

Zechs nodded.

“Well, my love, if you can hold off for a bit, I’ll let you have little Quatre.”

The small blonde groaned at the sound of his name, his cock twitching.