Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Well, everybody, look who it is: it's me, and back with a another chapter...FINALLY!! I'd like to apologize on how it took me so damn long, but when they say a baby changes your life, they weren't joking! >_< The first four months was spent trying to get little Cameron (that's the little guy's name!)to sleep through the night; when he went to bed early, so did I, since I was breast-feeding him at first, and on average, he tended to get up at around 2:30-3 in the morning. So yeah, I was depending to coffee big time at first. I had even stopped reading fanfics of any kind for awhile, I was so busy. When the little guy was a month and a half, my mom-in-law came to visit...let's just say that was...interesting, to put it kindly. It was a loooong two weeks! -_-;

Then there was work, and now we're waiting on orders to leave Japan (I will miss eating genuine ramen soooo much! Not to mention the trips to Akihabara!), hopefully to go to Europe. The baby will be a year old next month! Man, I've been away from this for so long, but I must admit, it was the farthest thing from my mind when I was sleep-deprived for the better part of 6 six months...

It took some bobbing and weaving, but I finally finished this chapter, and it's going to replace this A/N, like I promised. So without further ado...chapter 45! ^_^ EM


Ch. 45



Over the final two weeks before Dermail’s visit, Duo and Quatre were getting really hard up to get off; it took the constant vigilance of the others to keep them from masturbating and finding release before Quat’s important client. One day Quatre had tried sneaking off while helping Pagan with his more difficult chores. Wufei had caught him just as he was about to start jerking off with a vibrating butt plug in one of the guest bedrooms. He was punished by having his dick locked in a cock cage for a couple of days. It looked like a bit of steel pipe, one of the more uncomfortable ones due to its inflexibility.

Duo was trying to provoke one of the other trainers to jack him off by rubbing against him in the marketplace. Heero dragged him off, but not before warning the trainer that he was messing with Dermail’s soon-to-be-toy. That was enough to make the poor guy back off.

The day finally arrived, and Quatre had come up with an idea on how to entertain Dermail and his new Vice President: role-play in one of the peepshow rooms.

“That sounds pretty cool, Quat,” Duo agreed, “what do you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking of more along the lines of student/teacher…with you being the teacher. So how about it?” Quatre smiled.

“Hell, yeah, that sounds pretty hot. Shall we practice?” Duo grinned.

“No, improv’s the best; just follow my lead, you’ll know what to do, trust me.”

Trowa ran into the suite. “Master Trieze wants you two to head down to the marketplace; Dermail and his VP are on the premises.”

“Well, Duo, let’s go; I’ll show you the peep-show suites.”

“’Suites’? Are they that big? The small tiny rooms with the slides some to mind.”

“Oh, no, these are big enough to have an actual scene to enact out and perform. There are different kinds about 20 of them are the more usual ones, and another 10 can be made into whatever you want.” Quatre explained. “At least with the amount of rooms, more people can get a room to act things out themselves, and use slaves as well.”

“Wow, sounds like fun, let’s go!” Duo grinned even wider.

The two boys made their way out of the rear of the mansion, and into the marketplace. They weaved in and out of the crowds, getting groped along the way. Quatre was tempted to service one handsome guest (though not anywhere nearly as rich as Dermail) out in the open of the main drag until Duo pulled him along. Finally they made their way into a huge ranch-level building with its own vast lobby, and went inside. A secretary with cherry-red hair greeted them at the desk.

“Well, howdy, you must be Duo, and I know you, Quat, you little blonde minx, you,” The girl smiled.

“Hey Catherine, you changed up your hair again?” Quat replied.

“Always looking for a change, sweetie,” she smiled. “You’d better hurry and get in the dressing area behind me,” she warned. “Master Trieze is showing him around.”

“Alright, let’s go, Duo. Did you set up room 16 like I asked?”

“It’s all ready, hun.” Catherine smiled.

“Great!”

They walked around the huge desk, and behind a large oak double door. Once inside, Duo whistled at the vastness of the room and the rows and rows and rows of costumes. He felt something soft being pushed into his hands—a very nice dark blue suit with a navy tie.

“Wha--? A suit? Why?”

“Student/teacher, remember? I’m the student, you’re the teacher. Now get dressed.”

“O-okay…” Duo did as he was told, and when he struggled with his tie, Quatre helped him.

“There, now don’t you look handsome,” he smiled. “Now, let’s do something about this hair…” He undid the braid, and then put it together in a loose ponytail. He wrinkled his nose, and then braided it up again, leaving a tail on the end of the hair tie that kept it together. “There, with a suit this color, it’s more suited to have it braided; black would’ve suited the loose ponytail better.”

Duo admired himself in the mirror; he did look sexy indeed. But he couldn’t admire himself for long before he was being pushed towards a dark wooden door with the number ‘16’ on it in brass numbers.

“Now go in and wait for me…I’ll be in a couple of minutes after you. The gist is this: you’re waiting on me to come in for my afterschool detention, but I’m a little late. You’re starting to get a little miffed. Now get in there!”

With that being said, Quatre shoved Duo into the suite and shut the door behind him.

“Jeez, what the hell, man? I’ve never done improv—“

He stopped talking and his jaw dropped.

The room looked exactly like a real classroom, right down to the chalkboard with Algebra equations on it.

“Holy shit, it’s like I’m back in school again,” he mumbled. He walked over to the teacher’s desk at the opposite end of the room; the only thing about the room was that there was a long mirror nearly the entire length of the room. He figured that’s how they’ll be watching them. Duo sat down in the chair, and looked at the ‘homework’ on the desk. Picking up the lesson plan, he was thumbing through it when he heard the door open. His dick grew hard immediately at the sight:

Quatre walked in wearing a Japanese school girl sailor outfit, with the blouse, sailor collar with a green neckerchief, and a short, blue pleated skirt. The outfit was complete with loose socks and black penny loafers. His eyes were shadowed with just the right amount of makeup to make his turquoise eyes look even more cat-like, and his tousled hair was pushed back with a headband. He had lip gloss on his lips, making them plump and delicious-looking. The only thing was that his chest was exposed because his top looked as though he had been roughed up.

Duo swallowed hard. Due to the sex deprivation, he was ready to pounce on the sexily clad boy. But that would ruin the role-play, so he took a glance at the clock on the wall and said:

“Mr. Winner, you’re fifteen minutes late for your detention. Any reason as to why when you’re already in trouble for the outfit you’re wearing? A boy is not supposed to be wearing the girls’ uniform.”

“I’m sorry I’m late, Mr. Maxwell, but the bullies who made me wear this tried to get me sir.”

“’Get you’? Why?” he asked. ‘This is going well so far,’ he thought, trying to keep his face stern.

“They wanted me to um…*ahem* service them, sir.” Quatre blushed.

“You may approach my desk Quatre,” Duo said, waving him forward. “Why would they dress you like this in the first place?”

“Because of how I look, and my mannerisms; it’s not my fault I was raised in a family of women.”

“Well, you do look…feminine,” Duo agreed, “but with that get-up, even more so. This school will not tolerate any rule-breaking, let alone cross-dressing. It’s against the school code.”

“Well, truth be told,” the blonde said as he stepped closer, heels clicking on the tile floor, “I rather like dressing like this,” he smiled.

“You can’t dress like this, and this doesn’t excuse the fact that you were late. How are you going to make it up to me?”

Quatre walked around the desk to stand in front of him, then he sat on the its edge, and spread his legs, exposing white cotton panties, his hard-on straining.

“I can think of some ways…sensei.”

Duo swallowed.

“Don’t think that I haven’t noticed you looking at me in class; you were really staring at me in this morning’s homeroom period. I think it took me wearing this to really get you to notice me…I’ve been wanting to get at you for a loonng time, Mr. Maxwell,” Quatre purred.

“M-Mr. Winner, you know this is totally, completely wrong--! And besides, I’ll get fired!!”

“What better reason to get sacked than doing what your heart desires…to fuck me?” The sexy blonde smirked lustfully. He straddled his lap, grinding his cotton-covered erection against the smooth fabric of the ‘teacher’s’ slacks.

“S-shit…okay, I’ll admit it, you do look hot in that girl’s uniform…”

Quatre giggled, then gasped when he felt a pair of strong hands lift him up and plunked him on the desk.
“…and if you don’t mind, I would like to screw you stupid in it,” Duo grinned.

Duo dove down for a hungry kiss, something he missed for the past two weeks; the guys didn’t even give himself and Quatre that reprieve, for fear of things escalating out of control…they were right, for he ripped the cotton panties off of the blonde’s bottom, before nuzzling his crotch, lapping at his taut balls.
Quatre cried out in surprise, spreading his thighs apart to allow better access.

Duo was moaning and groaning as he 'ate', making loud slurping noises as he licked and sucked Quatre’s balls and dick. He sounded as though he were finally getting a chance to eat real food. Quatre was jerking and moaning, head lolled back, smiling in ecstasy. This was about to get very intense. They both stopped as if they heard something.

“That’s not the principal, is it, sir?” Quatre asked.

“No, I don’t think so; I saw him head out earlier,” Duo replied. “We’d better make this quick, and try not to make so much noise.”

“Okay, ‘cause I’m so ready to get fucked, sensei,” Quatre purred.

“Shit…”

Duo hurriedly unzipped his slacks, and reached into the fly of his silk boxers. His length was brought out, red, turgid, and dripping. Hungrily, Quatre slid off the edge of the desk and dropped to his knees to take the length into his mouth. Duo cried out and swore a blue streak, it felt so good, and it seemed like a long time ago that he had sex of any kind.

“W-wait, I want to have you—actually have you, not this way,” Duo panted.

“Okay,” Quatre blushed. He watched as Duo fumbled around in his desk drawer for some type of lubrication. He was surprised to find a half-used bottle of Astroglide amongst the pens, paperclips, and sticky notes. Grabbing the bottle, he sat down in the plush chair.

“Com’ ‘ere,” he said as he poured some into his hand and started rubbing his dick slowly.

Quatre walked the few feet to him, and gave him another long kiss. He turned around, and lifting his skirt, lined up his hole with Duo’s length. He slowly slid down, letting loose a satisfied smile. It was hard not to come then and there it felt so good. He slowly started riding the brunette’s cock, then gradually started speeding up.

“Oh, yeah, this is too good,” the blonde moaned. Duo rested his hands lightly on his ‘student’s’ waist, sliding them downward toward his shaft. We he started lightly stroking him, the blonde really let loose with his moans and started writhing like crazy. He rode Duo hard, the head punishing his prostate. His shirt was starting to feel damp, Duo noticed, from his exertions. But he wasn’t just sitting; he was thrusting upwards, as hard as he could. Looking over the boy’s shoulder, he saw their reflection, with smaller teen’s hole stretched open by his cock. It made for a rather sinful picture.

This went on for several minutes, the two boys panting, sweating, moaning, the chair getting slick with the blonde’s sweat, and the chair creaking. Finally, Quatre yelled out, “I’m-I’m gonna come, Mr. Maxwell!!”

“Do-Do it! I’m there too!” he cried out.

Quatre came hard, his come spraying the mirror wall. Duo followed soon after, his cock twitching with reach spurt. He saw some cream oozing out from around the mouth of the boy’s hole, a little getting onto his slacks. Quatre lifted his come-stained skirt until his cock was out in the open. His head lolled back until he was able to give Duo a kiss. A long moan, and Duo heard the familiar sounds of piss striking a surface. Duo looked, and he saw a long stream hitting the mirrored wall, rinsing off the come. Watching the boy spread-eagled, relaxed, sated, pissing, and oddly smiling, was a strange turn-on. ‘Only Quatre could make pissing look sexy’, he thought.

He heard a faint whirring sound, and he saw that the wall wasn’t a mirror anymore; it was just a long pane of glass now. He saw a white-haired elderly gentleman, whom he assumed was Mr. Dermail, lounging on a long, plush red sofa.

And sitting right next to him, was a man very familiar to him, even after all these years; his nose wasn’t big anymore, but sitting next to him…

…was his uncle, Sebastian Tsubarov.