Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Ch. 9

The boys stayed up at least another hour, sulking. It had been around four in the morning when Treize and Zechs picked up Duo. The sky was starting to lighten up in pink and orange hues. The only sounds heard were sighs, and sniffles, due to the cooler temperature from the running air conditioner.

Everyone was looking down, despite the fact they knew it was all a part of how things went around here. It was Heero who spoke first. “Com’on, fellas, we all know this is how things are. I’m sure Duo’ll be fine. If he spent over four years in the streets, I’m sure he can handle whatever Sir Zechs and Master Trieze throw at him.”

Quatre looked up at Heero. “But Heero, he’s brand new! They’ll have to start off from scratch, and you know it! At least with us, it was learning a few additional things, only taking us a couple of weeks. He might need a month or two, or worse yet, more!” Exasperated, he fell back onto the many floor cushions.

“And you know what he’s been through,” Trowa added, “he might be a tough nut to crack, and I’m sure he’ll resist for at least a week.” Wufei looked from one face to the other. “I just hope he doesn’t go insane; I’ve heard stories about that, you know, from the other slaves…it’s not pretty. Instead of being able to serve patrons, they’re whisked away to a private mental institution. Man, I hope he’s alright,” he sighed.

“Quit worrying about Duo!” Heero hissed. ‘I’m sure he wouldn’t want us to. Look, I’m scared shitless for him too, but at the same time, I have enough faith in him to know he’ll come out of it just fine. Now, let’s get some sleep; no one will need us until evening.” Trowa smirked. “Actually, isn’t Mistress Relena supposed to come for you at 2 o’ clock?”

The others snickered when Heero froze. “SHIIIIT, I forgot that crazy bitch was supposed to come by today!” Everyone else laughed. They all knew that Heero couldn’t stand Relena. She was a part-time Dom/trainer-in-training, and was Zechs’ little sister. Instead of wearing the standard white (for trainees), red (for certified trainers) or black (master trainers) leather, she wore pink, and she stood out like some forgotten cotton candy thrown in the dirt and left in the sun. Out of the four, she loved Heero, and aimed to dominate him someday. Even worse, she wanted to screw him, much to his chagrin. Thankfully, she would come by only once a month, since she has a business to run, a small business that made luxurious fabrics for upholsteries and custom clothes. She had inherited the business since Zechs chose a ‘different’ occupation. Relena had been coming by for the past 7 months, ever since she saw Heero with a patron, and sweet-talked her brother into putting a good word for her to Treize. Since he was friends with Zechs, why not let in family?

Treize humored her pink leather, much to the outrage of the other trainers. But hey, at least they could see her coming, and avoid accordingly. Sometimes she would pick another slave to torture, but only after Heero would have successfully hidden from her. Then the other four would scatter like frightened cats. Now today was the last week of the month, when she would normally stop by. Heero shivered at the thought; this time she was planning on making him wear a pink g-string and make him do some sort of cabana boy role-play.

“Com’on, let’s get some sleep—I’ll need the energy to dodge that bitch.” At those words, he ran to the double doors that led into the suite, and locked them. Then he came back to the living room area, flopped on the cushions, pulled the comforter over his head, and proceeded to go back to sleep. The others continued to laugh at him, but sleep won out in the end. They all followed Heero’s example and settled into the cushions to sleep as well.

The sunlight was starting to drift into the living room part of the suite through the balcony windows, but the boys wouldn’t be able to tell the difference; they were all under their comforters sound asleep. Even though they shared a laugh at Heero’s expense, they still couldn’t stop worrying about Duo. All they could do was hope that he’d stand strong against Trieze’s rigorous training.


**Duo woke up to the sound of moaning. He opened his eyes; everything looked hazy at first. He barely made out the difference in rooms. The suite was inviting and warm. This room was stark, seemingly vast, and dark. He saw the dark blue walls, and noticed that half of the room was carpeted in a dark wine color. Where he was, however, the floor was bare, with shiny black tiles.

Duo started to move, then noticed he couldn’t…he was hanging from leather cuffs connected to a rope that came from the ceiling. “Wha-what the fuck?! Where the hell am I?” he groaned. He looked across the room to see Trieze and Zechs kissing on a dark blue leather sofa. That was where the moaning was coming from, since Trieze was running his hand underneath Zechs’ black leather mid-drift top, and kissing along his neck. Zechs had his head reared back, enjoying the touches. When he brought it back up, he noticed Duo. “Master, look who’s awake.” Treize stopped kissing to look at Duo as well. “Ah, so he is. Now the fun can begin.” They both got up, and walked over to Duo. Duo noticed that Treize was wearing tight blue leather pants. He also saw the visible bulges on them as well—and they were walking towards him. “G-g-get away from me! What are you gonna do to me!?” He tried to back away, but soon realized that his toes were barely grazing the floor.

“Oh, no, we don’t wanna do that,” Treize purred. “you see, we have to come closer to train you. I want you to be able to serve the patrons that visit here, and serve them well.” Duo swallowed hard. He watched them walk up to him, and stood to either side of him. “W-what do you mean, ‘serve’?”

“Well, that’s what the boys, as well as the other 500 men and women do on this estate, Duo. And you will as well, with the proper training.” Zechs whispered in Duo’s left ear. He squirmed away from his lips that brushed his ear. The slight touch alone was enough to make him blush. “Train? For what? To be a ‘slave’? Sorry, but Duo Maxwell serves no one.” He growled.

“You see, here’s where we have a problem with things, my dear Duo,” Trieze purred from his right. “As you are well aware, you signed a contract. A contract that says you have to do whatever I ask for the next two years. This is something that everyone does once they set foot on my estate. You have to honor the contract, Duo. Oh, and if you’re thinking of escaping, I have tight security all over the place, and they patrol even to the property lines that stretch over ten miles all around, and they have dogs with them as well.”

Duo’s eyes widened in realization. ‘Shit! Ten miles all around!? No wonder I haven’t seen so much as a house in the distance along the way! The man owns enough land to place a mid-sized city on! Well, Duo, you really got into something this time! You are royally fucked, man!’