Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Holy shit, 17,000+ hits! Man, I swear, I can't believe this many people have read my fic! What started off as a whim of a crazy imagination, became something that everyone had begun to enjoy reading. Jeez, you make a girl wanna cry! I really had fun writing about little bunny Quatre; the chapter ended up writing itself, and I think it's even longer than the last one! But for those who have been reading so far, and esp. for those coming across this now, this explains our favorite blonde's kink.

Just warning everyone, keeping in mind the review someone left saying that they weren't sure about that. Well, just to let you know, all of our boys have something they like that absolutely gets them off! I think I may have made Quat's a bit...odd, but I think that in my mind I pictured him being bashful in the bathroom, and someone walking in on him (don't look at me!!). I described everything in a bit more detail, I think, so don't shoot me with fire, okay? And also, I have some folks to thank:

Jodea Moondreamer, you really make me smile with the reviews you leave. I don't know if Uncle Sam would like the idea of being a porn writer, though. I think the reason why my chapters have been coming out the way they have is because of the um.. *ahem*..frustrations of being gone on a long trip away from my better half. ^_^; But I love the encouragement that you send. It just makes me more inspired!

Yumenoyami, your reviews are awesome as well! It's great to know that there's someone out there waiting for more chappies to come out. I know I'm the same way! ^_-

For anyone else I may have forgotten, thank you so much for the awesome reviews, and all the love you gave in reading this! Now, without further ado...


On with the show! X3 EM


Ch. 33


“Oooh, I love playing with Quat,” Zechs smiled. “He’s so much fun to play with…”


“Just remember, make him come using his kink, okay, love?” Treize purred. “I feel like watching this one, and…maybe I’ll play with someone else.” He said, turning his deep blue gaze towards Duo and Heero. “Or, maybe I’ll just jerk-off watching you.”


Zechs got up and walked towards Quatre. “Looks like I have you, little blonde bunny,” he said, smirking lustfully at the small teen.


Quatre looked at his trainer, taut chiseled body looming closer. ‘That look…I’m scared, but I’m turned on, too…please, I want you to…’ he pleaded with the man. He glanced down at the man’s hard cock, bobbing stiffly with each step. His own pulsed in anticipation. He struggled against his chains.


Zechs was now standing before his ‘prey’, the boy’s face level with his. He kissed the boy passionately, long and forceful, leaving him breathless. He bent down and took Quatre’s rock-hard dick and took it all the way into his mouth, nose nuzzled into his small blonde curls. Duo’s mouth dropped open at the sight.


‘H-holy shit…, I can’t believe he did that!’ Duo moaned, making the silver-haired blonde cut his eyes over to him. He let loose a low laugh, its vibrations riding back up the poor bunny’s cock, making him shout out loud. He moved his head back and forth, the boy above him shaking his head, going out of his mind in pleasure.


“Hot…I feel so hot…please, Sir Zechs…” Quatre pleaded.


The mentioned man smiled around the boy’s erection. He slowly backed away, feeling the head ease its way out of his throat. With a low slurp—all boys shivered at the sound—he looked up and chuckled.


“Well, I guess you can’t really help it, since rabbits are normally quiet,” he said. He slid his hands up his taut belly, leaving kisses in their wake. Then he lapped around the blonde’s pink nipples, loving the feel of him squirming against him. Yes, next to Duo, he noticed, he one of the most sensitive, the most reactive. No wonder Dermail always requested him; the way his face looks while being tortured was beauty personified, his innocent appearance making the entire act seem even more forbidden.


Quatre couldn’t help it; he loved how all sensations felt, inside and out. To him, it was heaven. He allowed himself a little smile as remembered how he learned to focus on the inner sensations from his former master…


*****


Unlike his current friends around him, Quatre came from a very, very rich and influential family from the Middle East. The Winner family was a household name in the region, known for international trade. Many businesses owed their own prosperity to them, and to the blonde’s father, prosperity was peace in his mind.


Quatre Raberba Winner was one of twenty-nine children, the youngest, and the only son. This was because his father had six wives, the first five all having bore five girls each. He was the child of the sixth and last wife, and his father couldn’t have been happier. He loved his daughters very much, but to have a true heir (and someone he could finally relate to) was a blessing. Because of this, he really spoiled his only son.


Many thought that because of this, he would grow up to be a rotten brat, full of himself of the knowledge that he would inherit EVERYTHING should his father die. But that wasn’t the case; it was the opposite. His mother was a kind and gentle woman, and he took after her. The staff loved to see the boy run around the huge Winner estate, laughing as he went. The other five wives and all of their daughters doted on him as well.


The boy grew up to be well-adjusted for the most part. He had the best of everything, from education to clothes. His father worried a little about his slight femininity, but then he brushed those thoughts aside, realizing that he was literally surrounded by women, who else he could look up to, besides himself?


Quatre realized something was…different…when he reached the age of fourteen. Even though his elder sisters were all beautiful in their own right, he looked at them as only that, sisters. Also, there were many beautiful maids on the huge estate as well. But he was never attracted to them, either. The answer came to him after his fourteenth birthday, when he was out riding around the estate. He had received a white Arabian mare as his gift. The day after the huge bash for him (which also served as a business gathering for his father, and to introduce the boy to his business partners’ daughters—still, no interest) he took his mare, which he named Lillian, out for a ride. He was about a couple of miles out from the house, along the river, when his horse was spooked by a snake.


The horse stomped the snake in its panic, but not before he was thrown. The young boy landed hard on his ass, knocking the wind out of him.


“Lillian,” the blonde whined as he watched his new horse run off. He dusted himself off. ‘Shit, I’m at least three miles away from the house,’ he thought grumpily. He pouted, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.


“When you pout like that; it makes you look even cuter,” he heard from overhead.


Quatre whirled around, looking for the voice. “Who’s there? Where are you?”


“Up here.”


Quatre looked up to find a handsome boy, a year older than he was, he figured, resting on a branch overhead. The boy jumped down from the tree to land in front of him. He couldn’t help but blush; he was even cuter up close. Looking at him, he took in the strange boy’s caramel skin, chocolate brown hair, and hazel yellow eyes. ‘Wow, he’s…beautiful…’ he thought.


He was interrupted by the boy’s low voice. “What’s the matter? Like what you see?”


Quatre shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Who are you and what are you doing on our land? What’s your name?” he pouted.


The boy smiled. There was that cute pout again. “My name is Roman, and I’m actually a border guard for your dad. The river here can be one of the easier ways to trespass onto this land, so at least along this mile and a half stretch, I patrol here. What is it?” Roman looked at the younger boy. He looked as though he had another question.


“Are…are you Arabic?” he asked, his face getting slightly redder.


”Of course I am! What would make you think otherwise?”


“It’s just…your name, is all. It doesn’t sound like it…”


Roman waved his hand, dismissing the boy. “Oh, that, why my mom gave me a European name is beyond me,” he smiled at the boy. “I think she just wanted to be different.”


“How old are you? I’m the only boy around here, actually.”


“I know; I’m fifteen, about to turn sixteen in a few weeks on the 30th. I’ve seen you around.”


Quatre smiled. “You have?”


“Yeah, you’re easy to spot; you are the only son, after all. That, and blonde hair of yours,” the older boy smirked. He stepped closer to him. “I know it sucks being the only boy, with no others to play with you.”


“I have my sisters by my mother, next to the fifth wife’s daughters, they’re the only ones closest to me in age to play with. I don’t mind.”


“Yeah, but they’re still only girls. Sometimes a guy really wants to be able to let go, you know? Look, my shift’s over, so let’s find your horse…”

“Lillian,” the blonde offered.


Roman put an arm around the boy’s shoulder, making him blush. “Look, Quatre, I’ll be your friend; you need guys to hang out with.”


“Yeah…hey, how do you know my name…oh, not hard, since I’m the only boy an’ all…”


“Yep. Com’on, let’s go.”


After the two boys found his horse, Quatre became friends with Roman. He was happy to find someone like him, as well as his age. He was happier than ever. He hung out with him, learned how to play basketball, and how to stay in shape by working out with him. His father was especially happy to see him become friends with another male.


At the end of the month, Quatre knocked on Roman’s door in the apartment complex on the estate. His father housed all of his employees on the estate, and this was one for all of the guards. He had two boxes in his arms, one with a ribbon around it. On his back was a backpack with a change of clothes, some toiletries, and some movies and games. He wanted to spend the night at his new friend’s house to celebrate his birthday.


“Who is it?” asked Roman.


“It’s me, Quatre.”


The door opened up, and Roman was surprised to see gifts in his arms. He had just got off shift. “My birthday! You remembered!”


“Uh, happy sweet sixteen?” the blonde grinned. “Can I come in?”


“Yeah, sure can, and you silly goose, you say that to a girl!” Roman said, ruffling the boy’s hair as he walked past. He couldn’t resist; his hair was so soft, and it became a habit to ruffle it as an excuse to touch it. It wasn’t unusual for his friend to visit him at his own home. It was the perfect excuse to escape the enormous house. He noticed that he had a backpack on his back as well. ‘Is he spending the night here tonight?’ he wondered.


“Well, girl or boy, it’s a milestone,” the blonde smiled. He walked into the kitchen and set the boxes on the table. Roman had followed him. Quatre had set his bag in one of the chairs.


“What’s in the boxes?” he asked.


“Glad you asked. But first, I want to make you a birthday dinner.”


Roman blinked. The multimillionaire heir with the dozens of cooks to make him breakfast, lunch, and dinner know how to cook!?


“You-you know how to...”


“Of course I know how to cook, Roman. I hung around everyone in the house as a kid, and one of the chefs thought it would be fun to teach me how. He said that every man should know how to cook, in case his future wife didn’t know how.” He reached into the smaller box and pulled out a small chocolate cake with a small candle in the shape of the number 16 stuck in it. He set it in the fridge.


“A cake?! You didn’t have to do this, Quat.”


“Oh I had to, because you’re the first real friend I have. And you do stuff like this for friends, right?”


Roman didn’t know what to say. He was one of his first true friends as well. He walked up to him and gave him a big hug. “Thank you, Quatre. You’re my first, too; friend, that is.” What he hadn’t told him was that he had been sexually attracted to him for some time as well.


Quatre’s nose wrinkled. The boy needed a shower. “Whoo! You need to jump in the shower! Go ahead and do that while I whip up something,” he said as he pushed him toward the bathroom.


“Okay, okay, will do. I’ll be out in about twenty.”


“Oh, and when you’re done, put this on. I want to see how it looks.”


Roman looked at the longer box that was in his friend’s hands.


Quatre’s voice was low, sounding shy. “Show it to me when you come out.” He fought down a blush.


Roman lifted an eyebrow. ‘What did he get me? He’s blushing like the day we first met.’


“Okay.”


Quatre turned on his heels and went back to the kitchen to start dinner.


When he was out of the shower, Roman dried off, looking at the box on the bed. It was a black box with a red silk ribbon tied around it. He carefully opened the box, and was shocked at what he found inside.


It was a set of dark red silk pajamas.


He fingered the fabric. It was the most luxurious thing he ever felt. He knew it was expensive; he might’ve been able to get something like this for himself if he saved for a few months. He noticed a small ‘R’ embroidered on the pocket of the top. He picked up the bottoms, wondering if he should put on some boxers, when he noticed the matching boxers underneath.

Roman blushed. Damn. It dawned on him that perhaps his friend had the same feelings he did. Why else would one buy something this intimate for another person? He prayed to the gods that was the case. He picked up the boxers. He had heard that silk felt really good against your skin. He slid them on, and he nearly got hard on the spot.


“Shit, that feels good,” he mumbled.


He put on the bottoms, and last the top, but opted to leave it open, showing off his muscular chest and abs. He sighed at the door, willing his erection to go down. Once it did, he opened the door and walked into the living room to find chicken stir-fry and rice on plates on the long coffee table, and the cake sitting in the middle. He walked out to the table, his stomach rumbling. ‘Wow, this looks good,’ he thought smiling.


“Oh, you’re finally out.”


He raised his head to find Quatre standing in the kitchen door, and his breath hitched in his throat; the boy had changed into some silk pajamas of his own, except that his were powder blue. His top was halfway undone, showing hints of his chest. He had two empty glasses and a bottle of wine in his hands.


The blonde smiled at him. “Wow,” he breathed out, “That looks great on you; I knew I had a good eye for your size.”


What?? “When have you been looking at me to figure out my measurements?” Roman asked feeling his ears getting hot.


“Whenever we worked out.” Quatre said. “It pays to have been raised around women and girls. Let’s eat, I’m starving!”


They sat down to eat, and they started up a movie that was in the DVD player it was a comedy, and like the boys that they were, they laughed at everything. Once they were done with their meal, Quatre lit the candle, singing ‘happy birthday.’ He held the small cake up to Roman. His eyes were slightly half-lidded warm from the effects of the wine.

“Make a wish,” he whispered.


Roman blew out the candle, and pulling out the candle, Quatre cut a slice, and held the piece up to Roman. He started to take it out of his hand, when he took it just out of reach.


“Let me do it,” asked the blonde.


Roman looked at his friend. It was taking everything in his power to keep himself from pouncing on his friend. He leaned forward and ate the piece from his hand. He licked the frosting from the boy’s fingers, taking note of the small moan that came from him.


Quatre couldn’t believe he was doing this. But he was feeling more emboldened, thanks to the wine he snuck out of the house. When Roman licked the chocolate frosting off his fingers, it was as if a chill ran up his arm. He let loose a tiny moan, hoping he wasn’t heard. He heard his friend calling him.


“Quatre?”


The boy shook himself out of his daze. “Yeah?”


“Why did you buy…” he looked down at his gift that he was wearing, and he looked back up. “…this as my gift?”

Quatre blushed. He took another sip of wine. How should he say this….


“Well, Roman, I thought that with your skin color, this would be perfect; it reminds me of…caramel candy dipped in cherry syrup,” he said, grinning shyly.


Well, the food reference threw him for a loop. But the answer turned him on so much, that before he knew it he had leaned forward, giving the younger boy a
kiss.


The kiss took Quatre’s breath away. He felt warm from head to toe, tasting the chocolate that was in his friend’s mouth. “I’ve-I’ve wanted to do this for a while now,” he breathed into the boy’s mouth.


“Well, I couldn’t have thought of a better present,” Roman smiled. “Who would’ve thought that at your age you would know how to seduce a guy?”


“I was nervous at first,” Quatre said. He looked up when Roman got up and offered his hand.


“Let’s go to my room,” the birthday boy purred. “and you can finish giving me my present.”


In a flurry of kisses and flinging clothes aside, they were in the bedroom standing in their boxers. Roman pushed Quatre back onto the bed. The boy couldn’t help but giggle as he nuzzled his belly with his soft lips.


Roman took his time with the blonde, knowing he was a virgin. He slid the powder blue boxers off of him to find a surprisingly decent-length cock that was hard and blush-red. He slid off his own, and Quatre gasped at the large erection his friend had.


“Will that fit inside me?” he asked timidly.


“Yeah, it’ll fit. I’ll make sure of it.” Roman replied as he lowered his mouth toward his friend’s cock.


Quatre grabbed a pillow and shouted into it when he felt Roman’s hot tongue roam over his member. He had never felt anything so good; this was better than his own hands. He was panting as he felt a hand wrap around him.


“You taste so good, Quat. Do you want to taste me?”


“Yes, please, Roman,” the blonde moaned.


Roman rose up and he turned around to bring his rear over Quatre’s. He looked through his own legs at his friend, smiling wickedly.


“Just do what I do,” he said.


Soon, both boys were moaning around each other’s erections, sending shivers down the other’s spine. Their first orgasm caught them both by surprise, both crying out in unison, shooting their load in the other’s mouth. Roman rolled from on top of Quatre. He looked over to the boy. he saw that he had his come all over his face. ‘Damn, he looks so hot like that,’ he thought.


Quatre ran a finger over a cheek, looking at the seed that was on the end of it. He licked at it; it tasted kinda sweet. Deciding he liked the taste, he lapped the rest that was around his mouth.


“It tastes good, kinda sweet like you,” he said with half-lidded eyes.


Roman stared at him. “Wanna taste yourself? You taste good too. Come here.”


Quatre crawled over and started lapping up his own cream from off of his face. He smiled. “Mmm,” he said. “Not bad.” He straddled on top of him, already hard again, gasping at the friction between their two members.


Roman smiled up at him. He had a feeling his new lover was going to be insatiable. “What to do something else, love?” he grinned when said boy nodded.


They spent nearly the entire night having sex. Both were entangled in each other’s arms and legs by morning. Quatre woke up first at around 10:00 am, wanting to take a shower. There, they had sex as well. Afterwards, they had brunch at the house, smiling at the secret they shared.


Roman’s sixteenth birthday was the start of an affair. Quatre was very good at keeping it under wraps, because he had a feeling that his father wouldn’t approve. The boy, once having his cherry broke, was a sex kitten. They sneaked around to have sex every chance they got, the thrill of getting caught being a huge turn on. They even began to fall in love with each other, with Roman being protective of him.


All Mr. Winner knew was that the two boys had become the best and closest of friends. The poor man had no idea on exactly how close. This continued on for months, until the blonde’s approaching fifteenth birthday.


Everyone was there, including Mr. Winner’s business partners, of course. One in particular was invited to the party, a slightly heavy-set man simply known by the name of ‘H’. He was one of the largest oil tycoons in the region, and Mr. Winner was trying to convince him that his trading business was ideal for broadening his trading horizons. The Americans needed oil, huge amounts of it, all of the time. If he came into the partnership, oil exports would triple, along with his wealth.


Although the older man listened patiently, he pretty much had already made up his mind to join the partnership along with his other oil-selling colleagues. But what really got his attention was the birthday boy that was dancing around with his best friend and his sisters. He couldn’t help it; the boy was simply too beautiful. That, and the signals he saw pass between the boy and his ‘friend’ pretty much confirmed his suspicions about the boy’s preference. He wondered if his father noticed. The man was smart, sharp, and business-savvy. Even if he did dote on his son, did he truly know him?


Quatre had invited Roman to his big birthday bash, each sending smoldering signals to the other. His natural siblings picked up on them; they had a feeling about his preference, but didn’t tell their parents, knowing they wouldn’t approve. They just hoped he grew out of it before he was to take on a wife of his own.


Later on that night, Quatre led Roman to his room, on the eastern wing of the house. It faced the apartment complex where Roman lived about a quarter of a mile away. Both were drunk off of the wine that was flowing during the party. It was almost midnight, and they had managed to sneak away from the few party-goers that were still there, mostly the business tycoons. They were in the large drawing room shooting pool in the central part of the house.


“Is-is this okay, Quat?” Roman asked through his drunken haze. They were running down the hall, the boy’s room not too far away. Quatre stopped and gave him a burning kiss.


“Yes, it’s okay. Besides, father gave me the whole, ‘think of your future talk’ earlier today. Plus, he’s too busy entertaining his potential business deals.” He reached down and rubbed his palm over the older boy’s crotch, making him moan. “Let’s go, Roman, you’ve had me hot and bothered all night with those looks. Let’s go!”


They burst into the huge bedroom, which was more like the blonde’s personal apartment, minus the kitchen. In the actual bedroom section, they barely managed to close the door before they tore off each other’s clothes. Roman threw the drunk blonde on the bed, and let loose a lusty moan. He attacked his neck, leaving small red bites and saliva trails in its wake. Quatre’s long creamy legs spread open, and his next words sent the chocolate-haired boy over the edge:


“Fuck me now, Roman,” the birthday boy purred. “you need to give me your present.”


There were moans echoing throughout the room from their lovemaking. In their drunken haze, they fucked each other three ways from Sunday. It was early Sunday morning, in fact that they finally collapsed on each other.


Later on that morning, they woke up to find their breakfast in the living room area. They let out a breath of relief; the door to the main bedroom was still closed. Quatre walked out naked into the room and brought the cart into the room. Then they fed each other breakfast, which turned them on again. This time, Quatre decided to be on top in a cowboy position, and he rode him happily, with Roman thrusting hard into his lover.


This was how Quatre’s father found them.


Mr. Winner was on his way to his son’s room, figuring that his son slept in enough. It was almost one o’ clock already, surely he must be up. He knocked lightly on his door, and walked in.


That was when he heard the moans coming from the actual bedroom, and he noticed that the entire room smelled of sex. He smiled, blushing lightly, his pride bubbling over. He finally found a girl that interested him! Maybe that’s whose moans he heard. Judging from the pitch, he must be giving it to her good. He placed his hand on the door knob. He didn’t want to embarrass him, but he just had to see which girl he landed with.


What he saw shocked the hell out of him, to say the least. The moans, he saw, were coming from his son, whose head was lolled back and kissing who he recognized as his friend, Roman, while being rammed into from behind. He stared at his son’s member being stroked by the older boy. Both seemed lost in their actions, and Mr. Winner stared mutely at them, anger boiling over when they came, hard and loud.


Quatre’s head rolled forward, and his face paled at who he saw at the door. “Father!!!” he shouted.


“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” Mr. Winner boomed.


Quatre and Roman froze in their positions, not knowing what to say.


‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…’ Roman thought. ‘My ass is fired…’

Mr. Winner stomped over and started slapping on Quatre and Roman. “What are you doing to my son? How could you, Quatre! I’m very disappointed in you! You know what? Come with me! Let’s go, NOW!” he grabbed one of his son’s arms, and tried to yank him out of bed—and off of Roman.


“Wait, don’t, father! Wait! Roman’s still inside me!”


The elder Winner let go as if he were scalded. “Well, fuckin’ GET OFF OF HIM, THEN!!!”


“Okay…” Quatre said. He slowly rose up, moaning as he lost each inch from within him. He was surprised that his lover was still hard. There was a slight slurp when he was completely freed. He looked up at his father, whose face was as red as a tomato.


“What?” he said, blinking.


Mr. Winner shook his head to clear his thoughts. He grabbed his arm, and yanked his son off the bed, nude. “Come on!”


The arguments were so loud that it could be heard throughout the east and central parts of the house. Staff and guests that stayed the night were drifting toward the noise. Mr. H overheard the chatter outside his door, and he stuck his head out. He stopped a maid.


“What’s going here? Why all the noise?” he asked.


The maid blushed. “Oh, um…” she stepped closer, as if it mattered: the whole house knew now. “Mr. Winner caught Quatre in a…*ahem* compromising position with his friend, Roman. He is quite pissed off.”


Mr. H suppressed a smirk. He knew it. He was right about the young blonde. “Um, well…maybe they were passed out on the bed and Mr. Winner walked in getting the wrong idea?” he asked. He was scratching for the hidden gold.


The maid’s blush grew darker. “No sir, he…walked in on them…while they were doing it.”


Bingo.

“Let’s see what happens, shall we?”


Everyone in the house flocked to Quatre’s room. They were shocked as well as Mr. H. For what they saw:


Mr. Winner was trying his hardest to get at Roman, who was running around naked avoiding vases, figurines, and whatever he could get his hands on. Quatre was running around after the two, naked. The younger maids and a few female guests were drooling at the two young teens, and the elder maids had fallen into a dead faint. The men were either shocked, or angry that something like this could happen under their friend’s roof. Mr. H saw the scene before him, and heat rushed to his groin. He had never seen such beautiful young men. He stepped through the crowd when his soon-to-be business partner had grabbed Roman and was smacking him.


“How could you? How could you…deflower my son!? I thought you two were friends? I trusted you, and you’ve been plowing into my son where….he shouldn’t be!” he raised his hand in a fist.


“FATHER STOP!”


SMACK!


Everyone gasped, shocked.


Mr. Winner had never, ever, hit his son before.


Quatre had stood in front of Roman, to protect him from the punch.


“I love him! We’ve been seeing each other like this for over a year!”


Mr. H smiled to himself. ‘So, he’s been screwing this kid since he was fourteen? My, he has potential.’


“You were fourteen, when you started this?” his fist was clenched. In a blur, he backhanded Quatre.


“You—you—SLUT! You’re worse than a whore! Get out! OUT OF MY HOUSE! I will NOT have a faggot for an heir! And you, Roman, I will have you shot by your fellow guards for spoiling my son’s innocence! I know you forced yourself on him!”


Roman had rushed to Quatre’s side. “No, I didn’t! We both wanted this! Nobody forced anything!”


Mr. Winner punched Roman in the face. He had finally realized the scene he had caused. There was practically a room full of people in the boy’s room, and more in the hall. His face blushed to that of a beet.


“WHAT ARE YOU HERE FOR? GET OUT!”


Everyone left except Mr. H. Mr. Winner saw this, and he collapsed.


“I’m so sorry, sir, that you had to witness such a deplorable scene.”


“Not at all. But were you really serious about killing Roman?”


“Of course I was!” Quatre hugged Roman tighter.


“You will not! If you do, I’ll…I’ll…walk out of the family!”


“You did that the first time you let him fuck you,” his father hissed. All parties in the room flinched. “You were supposed to be my heir, Quatre. After nearly twenty years, six wives, and twenty eight daughters, I finally had a son! I was so happy! I didn’t expect my only son to be sleeping around with another man!”


“If I may make a suggestion…” Mr. H said, “How about I take him? And Roman, too.”


Quatre gasped. He just now noticed the man in the room. He was slightly shorter than his father, and he was a little plump, with a balding head and sculpted moustache. He had a kind look to his face, which he was starting to prefer over the look of his father’s. He looked over at his father, then to Roman. He might as well; he was as good as out of here, anyway. And if he could stay with Roman, even better. He stood up, helping up his friend.


“I’ll go. As long as I don’t have to stay in this house. You with me, love?”


“Yes, Quat,” his friend replied.


They went into the bedroom to get dressed.


Mr. Winner couldn’t believe what happened. He looked at H.


“If you’re wondering if this messed up your chances with me, you guessed right. I was pondering things between you and Kushrenada Trading. But I think I’ll lean towards him…”

Mr. Winner shook his head. “No, no, surely you can’t—“


“---I can, and I will, Winner. Just seeing what happened here shows that you can’t compromise. Sure, you kowtow, under the guise of compromise. But you manipulate them, slowly buying a good deal of their shares. By the time they realize, it’s too late, and you have a foothold in the company, and more money. What you’ve been doing is illegal, and you’ve been doing it for years.

Mr. Winner’s face had become ashen, despite his tanned skin.


“Now I won’t mention any of this, if you let me have your son.”


“But why Kushrenada? He’s doing the same thing…I mean, he doesn’t even meet…”


“Yes, he does, Winner. He travels around the world to meet his prospects face-to-face. All you’ve ever done is have the people come to you. And you shamelessly do it during your kids’ birthday parties, no less!” H shook his head. “You keep up with the old tradition of marrying many wives, in hopes of having a son, and look where it got you? You didn’t count on his…preferences.” H smiled.


“But, Kushrenada, I heard that he has…other interests, vile ones, and that he even has his own son involved! A…a pleasure resort? That’s sick! it’s just one big orgy, and he also conducts business there!” Then it dawned on him; H smiled.


“You’re like him, aren’t you? You like boys, as well?”


“I like whatever’s pleasurable, man or woman. But I like them for their beauty, as well. You have a very beautiful son. Besides, with all of those daughters, surely an heir second or third generation will come out of it. You just better hope they’re old enough to take on things before you go.”


The door opened. Quatre and Roman stepped out, fully dressed. “We’re leaving now, I gather?” he asked.


“Yes, we are. Remember what I said, Winner.”


All three left the room, and much to the household’s dismay, Quatre left the estate, never looking back.


In the limo, Quatre and Roman hugged each other, which led to kissing and heavy petting. Mr. H smiled. It was then that they realized they were in front of the man.


“Oh, we’re so sorry about that. But we can’t thank you enough.” Quatre smiled. “Father’s been hinting at marriage since about six months before my birthday.”


“There’s other ways you can repay me,” Mr. H said.


“How?” Roman asked.


“I’m sure you overheard the conversation between your father and I,” H stated.


“Who is this Kushrenada?” Quatre asked. “The name sounds familiar. All I know is that father can’t stand him; seems that he’s been competing against him.”


“Not only is he known for his shrewd business savvy…. and his son is following in his footsteps, by the way….he is also known for his pleasure resort by those he
does business with. The perks of doing business with him, especially if you share his interests, are that you get to go there, in VIP status to his estate.”


Quatre was puzzled. “What does that have to do with you, Mr. H? What do you do at a pleasure resort?”


Roman stared at the man with contempt. “You go there and fuck, that’s what. Something tells me that Quat and I getting caught worked highly in your favor.”


“Well, the first moment I saw young Winner here, I knew what his preferences were. I’ve had enough men to know. That and the signals you were throwing to each other the whole night. The older man took a slight pause.


“What I do, in addition to my oil trade, is have a harem of pleasure slaves of my own, even training those well enough to get noticed by Mr. Kushrenada. The elder is looking for some for his son, Treize. Boys a little younger than he is. You would be perfect for Trieze, Quatre. Roman, on the other hand, is merely a plus. He’ll make good use for me.


“I can’t believe this! Are you willing to do this?” Roman asked, livid.


Quatre was looking out of the window. He turned and faced his lover.


“Yes, I am, Roman,” he replied looking into his shocked face, “because I know father would have had you killed by your fellow co-workers for sleeping with me, his one true heir. It was a good thing Mr. H did opt to take you along with me, which is good, because I can’t bear the thought of living on without you, at least not six feet under.”


Roman sighed. “Fine, I’ll take whatever you can,” he smiled.


“That’s wonderful that you see it that way. Now you two, come here,” H said patting either side of him. The two boys did as they were told. He leaned over and kissed Roman first, taking him by surprise. The sixteen year-old responded by going limp, blown away by the elder man’s kiss. Despite his skin color, a faint blush burned through.


“Now you, Quatre.”


Quatre leaned in for the kiss. He felt as though he were melting, toes tingling. He felt smooth hands slide into his shirt, rubbing over his nipples. The blonde moaned into the man’s mouth, heat already pooling in his groin. H broke the kiss, smiling, looking down at the flushed boy.


“My, my, you are very responsive. That’s a great trait to look for. Treize would love you.” He looked at both boys. From here on out, I want you two to call me either ‘Instructor H’, or just ‘Instructor’, or even ‘sir’, if you wish.”


“Yes, Instructor,” both boys nodded. Quatre looked up at the older man.


“Sir, if you don’t mind my asking, why Instructor?”


H smiled. “Because I see myself as a…teacher of sensuality. And I will teach you everything you need to know of this, including what your likes are.”


“Oh,” Quatre simply said, and laid his head on the man’s lap.


Hours later, they make it to Mr. H’s estate. He started on their training immediately. Like he promised, he kept Roman for himself, as a personal servant, and he trained Quatre more thoroughly. They were nervous about everything at first, but soon, they fell into the way of life there.


Mr. H found out about Quatre’s…kink…one day while bathing him. He was cleaning him out when he noticed that the boy was unbelievably hard. The other trainers had done him before, so he had never noticed it first hand. He grabbed his erection, giving a gentle squeeze.


“What’s this, little one?” he had one hand on the nozzle, the other on the boy’s groin.


“Nothing, Instructor.” Quatre squirmed. He had been there for nearly a year and a half, and the cleanings still were a turn-on. But he hadn’t expected his master to clean him personally. He was usually clean by the time he requested for him.


“Really? This doesn’t seem like it.” He released the small knob to let more water into him. The blonde squirmed and moaned.


“I’ll tell you what,” he said as he took the nozzle out of his opening. “Hold it, and I’ll let you have your release.”

The blonde looked up at him blushing.


For some reason, this was a turn-on for him, too; maybe it was how wonderful his slave looked when in such an embarrassing predicament.


He teased and touched the blonde until he couldn’t take it any more. He saw the blonde have one of the hardest orgasms he’d seen yet on him. Afterwards, he couldn’t resist him any longer, and he ravished his blonde slave.


A few months later, Mr. H was visited by Trieze. This time, he came alone; his father had passed about a month prior. He smiled as he was greeted by the shorter man.


“Treize, it’s always a pleasure to see you. My condolences on your father’s passing.”


The ginger-haired blonde smiled. “Thank you, Mr. H. sorry I couldn’t come sooner. I take it that my new slave is ready?”


“Oh, yes, more than ready, sir.” He clapped his hands loudly. “Quatre! Come here, please.”


His breath hitched when he saw a slender, but muscular blonde padded in on bare feet. He wore blue silk dancer’s pants that clung low on his hips. He knelt in front of the man, head bowed.


“Good afternoon, sir,” he whispered.


Treize reached down and tipped the boy’s chin so he could look into his eyes.


“He is simply too beautiful, H. Where did you get him?”


“He’s Winner’s son. He’s been with me for a little over a year.”


Treize looked at the older man, shocked. “Winner? THE Winner, the one my father was always competing with? I knew he had a ton of daughters, but not a son. You took his only heir?”


H looked down at Quatre, who was slightly flushed at the story about himself.


“His…father kinda disowned him, but Quatre was willing to walk out the door with me, him and his lover.”


“Lover? I remember you telling about Roman. I saw him at the door. No wonder he was willing to leave. He’s exquisite, as well.” He pulled the blonde into his lap, who curled his head into the man’s neck, nuzzling it.


“He can be very affectionate at times. Quatre, meet your new owner.”


Said teen lifted up his head at the statement. “You’re taking me from here?” he asked.


“Yes, love, I am. You’re going back to the States with me.”


“I…I can’t leave Roman,” he said turning his head.


Treize turned the blonde’s head with a finger. He smiled.


“I’ll tell you what…I’ll let you say good bye to Roman…as long as you let me watch.” he said sultrily.


The boy smiled.


******


Zechs took Quatre down from his place on the chains. He hopped behind the tall blonde to the bathroom area. He locked his cuffs to the bolts on the floor, but allowed him with a lot of slack to move around. The trainer reached into the cabinet. And pulled out what looked liked to Duo to be a big turkey baster, with a huge plunger.


‘Shit, not again,’ the braided boy thought.


Quatre silently shook his head as he was back-handed by Zechs. The man leaned down and hissed, “You will not disobey me, little bunny.” He walked to the table and grabbed a long flogger, and a 24” spreader bar and thigh cuffs. Zechs made quick work of the items, placing them around the boy’s legs before spreading the legs to put the bar in place. The result was making the blonde’s ass cheeks spread, wide. He smiled.


“How is that, Master?”


Treize smiled. “Nice, very subtle. It makes the bunny puff tail stand out more. Why don’t you give him a few whacks?” He looked over at Duo, whose eyes widened. “I think I’ll busy myself with the kitty over here.”


Duo swallowed nervously. ‘Shit…like I need the attention during this…’


He watched as his master strolled across the floor towards him, eyes giving off a glint of lust. He ran his hands over the boy’s belly, feeling the muscles twitch under his touch.


“I will find out what you like. But who knows? Maybe you’re the type who able to get off on anything. But I will find your kink, little kitty,” he man purred. He stroked the boy’s half-hard length, watching it spring up stiff. Duo felt the ring’s constricting grip again.


“I want you to watch, Duo, I want you to learn,” the ginger-haired said as he ran his tongue over the boy’s cock. Duo strained at the wet warm tongue against him. He let loose a mix between a meow and a moan.


“Mmmm, you like that, huh? Well, keep watching my pet, it only gets better,” Treize breathed in his ear.


Zechs struck Quatre several times with his flogger, enough to make the pale cheeks turn red on either side of the puffy tail. He bent down and pulled it in and out, making the boy moan. He pulled it out all the way, watching the puckered hole close. He reached again for the huge syringe, which Treize had filled for him, and he noticed two others as well. He raised an eyebrow. ‘When did he do this?’ he thought.


Quatre was still on the floor, ass raised in the air, ears drooping forward. His cock was already hard in anticipation. He never did understand why such an act could turn him on so. Maybe it was the way the water felt as it expanded his insides, or simply how it felt throughout, sloshing inside. He honestly didn’t know; he just knew what his body liked. He moaned as the first syringe entered him, and so did the warm water.


“Does my bunny liked being filled?” Zechs whispered in his ear.


Quatre nodded, his ears bobbing. “Y-yes, sir…”


“Good…I just love the faces you make,” he said as he brought the boy up enough to give a hot kiss. Heat traveled through the trainer, who was trying his hardest to maintain self control. He had to put the others in before he could enter him. He broke the kiss, smiling at the blonde’s moan. He shoved his head back to the floor, his cheek making a slight smack on the cool tile.


Duo watched the two in action. ‘How can he like something like that? I…just don’t get it.’ He thought. He moaned as Treize licked on his nipples, rolling them between his teeth. He lifted his chin, forcing him to watch the people in front of him. Duo’s vision was blurry; he couldn’t look at his other friends, but could sense that they were watching as well.


Zechs picked up the other two syringes and walked over. Quatre was on all fours, rocking back and forth. He chuckled a little when he saw him; he knew he was trying to get the water to move inside him, but even that amount was enough to start the flow of precome that was dripping from him. He picked up the flogger, and smacked him a few times.


“Stop it! You know better than that! I’ll just have to punish you, then…”


Quatre felt fingertips brushing underneath him, making his member twitch. Then he felt the tip enter him. He blushed a dusky rose when he realized what he was about to do. Then he felt it: right as he felt the water shoot in, his cock ring, already tight, come loose. He was released. The blonde yelled out in agony as the blood flooded down into his length, and he struggled not to come then and there. He shouted and he hunched inward to gain control, the water not making things any better.


Zechs laughed. “Didn’t think I’d let you have free reign so soon? You’d better hold onto things, or else…” he put in the last syringe, this one making the blonde’s stomach bulge out slightly. He listened to the boy’s ragged breath, watched his ass wriggle in the air as he leaned forward to feel the water in him. He decided to fuck with him some more. the platinum blonde slooowly ran his hand underneath him again, brushing his hand over his balls, his cock, then finally the boy’s belly, fingers playing with his navel.


He continued rubbing the boy’s stomach, reveling in the noises he made. He used the other hand to gently rock him back and forth. “Ah, I see you’re struggling to hold it in now,” he said as he saw the puckered opening twitching in spasms. “Raise up for me so Duo can see your tummy…”


Quatre looked over at his friend, who was in a bind himself with his master teasing him. He shut his eyes as he felt the flowing sensations inside his body that was fighting a war against his will. He raised up slowly, and leaned back against the taller blonde’s chest.


Duo’s eyes went wide when he saw Quatre’s belly. It actually looked as though it was poked out a little. He saw the precome dripping from him, wetting his thighs. Even looking like that, he still thought his friend was fuckable. Something about the look on his face, like he was struggling with the weirdness of it all, but at the same time…


…the boy looked as though he were in pure bliss.


“See? He looks very happy,” Trieze purred. “Don’t you wish to be that happy?”


Duo gritted his teeth as the older man played with his opening, feeling a finger ease its way in. “I am happy,” he growled.


“Oh, no, no, no, dear kitten, you’ve seen the look on your friends’ faces; they were happy. You were close, but I’ve yet to see that true look of bliss on your face.” he grinned. He removed his finger, and nudging his head to the boy’s opening, shoved his dick in all the way to the hilt, smiling at the boy’s screams. Treize started in a slow rhythm, bringing the boy’s thighs up to his chest using his forearms.


Quatre watched as he saw his friend getting screwed on the chains. He flinched as he heard his stomach protest; he was getting close to his breaking point. Zechs took advantage of his distraction by tweaking his nipples, hard. The boy jumped, but when he felt a trickle down his inner thighs, he groaned.


“Oh, close, are we? Guess I better fuck you now, like the horny little bunny you are; I can’t wait either.” Zechs purred in his ear.


“Pl-please…do it…” he heard the boy moan.


Zechs laughed, his warm breath tickling the blonde’s ear. “As you wish…” he guided his head to the wet opening, and pushed in slowly.


Quatre screamed, making Duo jump in his haze. He saw his bobbing up and down slowly as Zechs held his friend up by his waist, just under his chest. He noticed that his arms were slowly moving downward, the pressure coming out of his ass, nowhere else to go, as he pulled out. He could only feel his master’s cock ramming into him, as he watched his friend. The braided boy mind played with the idea on how that might feel, but then deducted that it may just be too strange to try. There was a small puddle slowly getting bigger around them as he saw Quatre with his head lolled back, kissing the tall trainer.


“More, more,” Quatre pleaded; he was very close, and he felt some of the liquid coming out. He didn’t want to close it all at once. He was rewarded by stars crossing his vision when Zechs hit his sweet spot over and over again. His mouth hung open, saliva trickling from the corners of it, as he was panting for the past fifteen minutes.


Zechs couldn’t hold on anymore; the tightness and the wet heat was too much. With the water flowing around his hard cock, the best he could describe the sensation was like fucking a hot water bottle. His own climax caught him by surprise as he came hard from holding out for so long. He clenched Quatre’s sides, leaving red finger marks on his pale skin. At the same time, he told Quatre he could come, and he abruptly pulled out, and got clear of him.


Duo came when his felt his ring being removed again just as he saw his friend let loose a shattering wail as he came, his cream covering his legs as all the water that was pushed in him came gushing out. His inner walls clenching around Trieze made him come as well, getting yet another coat of seed. He felt him slide slowly out of him, the creamy jizm oozing out down his legs. The braided teen let his head roll back, then he lolled it forward, chin resting on his chest. He was out of breath from holding it in.


He looked up at his friend, who was still twitching, coming down off of his high. He reached up and turned on the shower head that was over him, and the warm water came down over him, making his hair and bunny ears look dark. Duo saw the water rinse away down the drain, and once the floor was clean of the dirty water, his friend fell over on his side. What he saw on the boy’s face shocked the hell out of him, sending chills down his spine:


He was staring at him, smiling.


Duo was never more confused than he was now.