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Mystics and Magics	By : Valandra Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mystics and Magics

By: Valandra

Warnings: AU, yaoi, possible yuri, R-rated adult material (citrus), um�..anything else?

A/N: I started this based on a picture formed in my head similar to "the boy�s" final position. I never imagined myself writing this type of story (citrus-wise), but I believe it�s turning out fine.

Disclaimers: I don�t own Gundam Wing or it�s charas. Is. I do own any OCs, and the story itself; please don�t take either out out my permission.

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Japanese/English translation of names used:

Senso no Kami/God of War

Un no Megami/Goddess of Luck and/or Fortune---I call her twins, so one Goddess is Luck, the other is Fortune; fortune, as in good fortune, not wealth.

Abdul, head of security for "A Quality Slaves," led the two guards and their charge into a chamber few had seen. The residents were lovers, and had no desire for pleasure slaves or living toys; they were both out on business at the moment too.

Their charge (though Abwas was loath to be seen near him) was a newbie, a fresh catch, with no training; he hasn�t even been tested for rank placement. However, the boy was to be a gift from Senso no Kami-sama, and Abdul had been personally requested to supervise it�s delivery and presentation.

Heaving a low, martyred sigh, he assessed the bed chamber before deciding how best to leave Senso no Kami-sama�s gift. Silently directing the guards to have the boy kneel in front of the bed, Abdul took the wooden ornamented box from the slave that had followed behind them. His job completed, the slave left the chamber and knelt outside the doors, awaiting his master.

Unlocking and opening the box, Abdul took inventory of all contents before turning back to the gift. The boy appeared to be of seventeen yeaand and human no less. The boy had kept his head bowed since Abdul first saw him, Thankfully. He may yet have some potential. If he can maintain this flow of submission, we may yet be saved some embarrassment. With his head bowed, the boy�s golden-brown colored bangs formed a curtain to hide his face from view. His skin was pale, not unhealthy, more like it hadn�t seen sunlight for most of the boy�s life. He had been cleaned and dressed before Abdul came for him.

Mningning for one guard to move out of his way and for the other to hold the open box, Abdul stood before the boy. Still kneeling, the boy was sitting on his knees with his feet underneath him, a hand resting on each leg, fingers spread. Abdul was relieved to find the boy had his knees spread as far as possible, a little over two feet. Bending down, Abdul untied and removed the boy�s only clothing, a basic white loincloth; scarcely a foot in length, it covered both front and back and was tied at the hips with a quarter-inch thick string. The boy�s breath hitched but otherwise remained indifferent to this action. Abdul reluctantly found himself thinking better of the boy. We shall see if it lasts.

Abdul stood and once again looked through the box�s contents. Senso no Kami-sama had picked out most of them, while the few others were mandatory for an owned slave. They were designed to show who the wearer�s owner(s) were. There�s no way all of these can be used for the presentation. Senso no Kami-sama must have meant for them to be used later, if they so wished. Now to decide on what to use; this boy is new, after all. There�s only so much�. Sighing once more, Abdul rooted around the box for what he knew would be used.

He was surprised at the�plainness of the collar. It was nothing more than a black strip of leather, with three metal loops in front. They truly never have taken a slave of any kind! The metal workers didn�t know what kind of symbols to use to mark the boy as belonging to them. Wow�I don�t want to think about the reception of this gift then. Let�s just hurry up and get this done; I want to be out of here before either comes back.

Collar in hand, Abdul raised the boy�s head up, "This would be easier if you would look up, boy." Low and neutral, Abdul�s words had the desired effect. The boy lifted his head up to the pressure of Abdul�s fingers. The fingers quickly fell away once the boy�s eyes were directed on Abdul. The boy�s quality, Abdul realized, was much more than he had originally assumed. Indigo eyes�. No wonder Senso no Kami-sama chose him. His submissive traits, his exotic looks, and the fact that he�s new also means that he is untouched. Indeed, quite a wondrous gift; didn�t realize they were so close�.

Shaking off his shock, Abdul nodded at the boy�s compliance and collared him. He had a bit of trouble getting it to lock, having placed it where it belonged at the back of the boy�s neck. And consequently, under the long, thick braid. Abdul did not think about how much trouble it would have been had the hair been loose. All the locks and such on the items were done by magic. The boy�s owners would tune the locks to respond to their magic. Once locked, anybody�s magic could unlock them until they�re tuned to it�s owners. It was rare for humans to have magic; apparently, this one did not. A downfall to these types of locks was they wouldn�t lock if something was between the two connecting pieces�even hair.

Throughout it all, the boy remained still and emotionless. His eyes held a somewhat dazed glint to them, Abdul noticed as he went for the next items, carefully not thinking about it.

More leather, all black. That seemed to be the theme color among the items. Wrist and ankle cuffs, about one and a half-inch in width and a sixth of an inch thick, with simple, thick metallic loops with a one-inch diameter opposite the connecting ends. All the metals, Abdul realized, were colored a dark cerulean, with a black shimmer when the light hit it a certain way.

Similar straps were placed on the boy�s thighs, at hands length from his groin. These had the metal loops both on the inside and outside of his thighs. Again, the boy did as told, silently sitting up on his knees so the leather could be locked. He settled back down at Abdul�s nod.

Seems like such a frivolous use of magic, spelling the leather like this. But most masters aren�t pleased with a chaffing slave, or one with a rash- becomes an eyesore. The metal workers, who also dealt with most all the items in the box, spelled the leather so it was soft, would repel the acid and salt in sweat, and waterproof; but still strong. This way it wouldn�t pinch and chaff, or rub the wearer�s flesh raw.

Abdul next pulled out an elaborate cock ring. The Seven Gates of Hell�but it�s altered slightly. The cock ring (leather) would bind the wearers balls and cock at the base, allowing him to get hard, but preventing him from achieving release. The Seven Gates of Hell did this, but also had seven metal rings to bind the cock, traveling up it�s length. All the rings were attached to form the cock ring by a strip of folded leather starting at the top of the base ring.

This one was altered slightly though; it had an addition. At the very tip of the leather, where the cock�s head would be, there was a piece of thin, flexible, enchanted metal. Abdul could sense the enchantment, and had a pretty good idea what it was. A custom job, if Senso no Kami-sama didn�t make it himself, Abdul thought, slightly awed.

He briefly wondered if the boy would squirm now, or react at all. No response from the boy when he saw the item, nor when it, Abdul�s hands and eyes, moved towards his groin. His back stiffened noticeably, and his arm muscles tensed when he felt hands touching him.

Sliding the boy�s cock through the metallic rings, Abdul carefully locked the leather ring around the base of the shaft and behind the balls. Giving the additional metal piece a hard look, Abdul debated with himself on applying it yet. If it�s what I think it is, it�ll either make him tenser, or make him relax�. �We�ll let it wait till later.

Nodding to himself in agreement with his own decision, Abdul noticed the boy hadn�t responded to his touch. Well, other than tensing. He gave a short sigh. We�ll have to fix that later too.

His attention returned to the box and Abdul hesitated on what to use next. Everything else depends on how the gift is to be presented. Which was left entirely up to me. Abdul felt his apprehension grow as he shifted the items in the box. Show his worth to his new masters, but it should also show the boy what will be expected of him. Give him some preparation for what is to come, while not diminishing the quality of the gift.

A small smile appeared on Abdul�s face as his hand came to a stop on a certain item. A cock gag�. It gave him an idea. Looking through the box, he grinned in triumph when he found what he was looking for. A seven-inch realistic shaped dildo. Pulling it out, he scooted away from the boy a bit, and settled the flat bottom of the dildo on the carpeted floor. I may not think highly of the frivolous use of magic, but my opinions don�t matter. Nor are they enough for me to risk ruining this gift, or angering either the giver or receivers.

At least the boy�s facing the chamber entrance; the bed being to his right, my left is a plus as well. Using a simplified spell of binding, the dildo was firmly in place on the floor, facing up at a slight tilt towards the boy. The magic held it there, leaving no visible signs of its presence; anybody with basic magic ability, and little control, could break the spell.

Next he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps (he decided no piercings; no way of telling if the masters would appreciate such a marking by somebody other than themselves) with a small, short metal chain attached to each. Cautious to avoid the dildo, Abdul moved back in front of the boy. After pinching and pulling on the boy�s nipples to make them stand out, he carefully attached the clamps one at a time. They were simple enough; brand new too, judging from how much effort it took for Abdul to pry them open. U shaped, the loop at the bottom was where the chain link rested. The top parts were covered with rubber, to relieve some of the discomfort, and an herbal adhesive, to prevent the clamps from being pulled off; they had to be pried open. That was the part that clamped onto the nipple.

The boy hadn�t made a sound when Abdul "played" with his nipples; he did, however, give a strangled "neee" sound as each clamp was attached. Abdul looked up in time to catch a slight draw back of the boy�s lips (like the beginning of a grimace) before the boy�s expression went neutral again. He slipped over to the boy�s left side once he was done.

"Put your hands on the floor to balance yourself," Abdul warned as he placed his hands on the boy�s shoulders, gently pushing him forward: towards the dildo. The boy did as told, silently. Abdul couldn�t see his eyes anymore, and wondered if the boy realized yet what he was expected to do.

Apparently not.

Making certain the boy was balanced on his legs and hands, Abdul removed his hands from the boy�s shoulders and moved his right hand to the back of the boy�s head, the other going underneath the boy�s jaw. "Open your mouth," again with the neutral tone, and he felt the boy open his mouth slightly. With a firm, but not bruising grip on the boy�s jaw, Abdul pushed the boy�s head down onto the dildo. He had to pull the boy�s jaw down a bit when the dildo was stopped by the boy�s teeth. His actions were met with no resistance.

"Don�t move." Abdul ordered, before making certain the boy wouldn�t chock on the dildo. He believed he�d stopped moving the boy�s head with a couple of inches between the dildo and the boy�s throat. He didn�t seem to be having any problems with its position. Taking hold of the chain dangling from the left nipple, Abdul held it�s end to the floor. He was relived to see that it was long enough; the boy would be able to pull back off the dildo a couple inches, but he wouldn�t be able to dislodge it from his mouth. Using the same spell as before, Abdul locked both chains to the floor, going straight down as opposed to an angle.
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