Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angeface ❯ chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews.

Oh and for those of you who asked about the whole “the big easy” story. It

has more than 300 pages so far, so you can imagine that the translation

take some time. And at the moment I don't have the energy to start this

but as soon as this will hit me…..

 

 

 

“Angelface 3/4”

 

Trowa jerked appalled. “Punishment?” he asked unbelievingly.

 

“Well, you made some mistakes recently. Mistakes we're going to correct now,” Quatre explained with a calm voice.

 

Trowa was more than horror-stricken. “Mistakes? Master, that can't be.” He tried to free himself out of Quatre's firm grasp.

 

“Are you disagreeing with me, Slave?” Angelface's calm voice sounded suddenly very threateningly.

 

Trowa lowered his head immediately and shook it slightly. “No, of course not,” he assured.

 

“Good,” was the answer. Then Angelface grabbed his left elbow too and led Trowa with gentle pressure in a certain direction. “This way.”

 

Trowa carefully set one foot after the other. He didn't know what Angelface had in mind or where he should walk to. His sense of orientation couldn't really help him too; the surroundings were too unknown for that. But Quatre's closeness and that the other one touched him at his shoulder and his elbow while they walked through the playroom gave Trowa some certitude.

 

After some steps he was stopped in his movement through a low, “Stop!” As ordered he stopped immediately.

 

“Good,” Quatre said again, and then his hand slid down from Trowa's shoulder to the hollow of his knee. “Raise it and bend it forward!” Angelface ordered and pressed with his hand in the direction Trowa was supposed to move his leg.

 

Trowa angled his leg automatically and was directed forwards by the pressure. Suddenly he noticed that his shin met a solid object. Trowa was extremely confused because he couldn't see what it was. He could only rely on his sense of touch. It felt like some kind of leg splint made of metal. But it was fixed at knees height parallel to the floor.

 

Quatre let go of his leg and took immediately the other one. “And the same with the other leg.”

 

Trowa did as ordered. But this time it was more difficult because he had to balance his body on his lower leg. He almost lost his balance but luckily Quatre held him quite firm. This leg too was put on a splint. The two splints had a certain distance to each other so that Trowa was kneeling with his legs spread. His breath came fast - not that it had been very straining but completely unknown and exciting.

 

Angelface's hands caressed Trowa's body calmingly and he actually managed to relax a little bit although the question what would happen next made him quite nervous. He was a little afraid of that ominous punishment. But at the same time he was extremely curious too.

 

“Now slip a little bit forward,” Quatre ordered again.

 

Trowa complied at once and pulled slowly one knee after the other forward. Soon his thighs met a solid barrier. Slowly an image formed inside Trowa's head. The splints seemed to stick out of some kind of table.

 

“Very well. And now spread your elbows and bend your upper body forward until you touch the surface.” Quatre's hand was on Trowa's shoulder, pressing his upper body down.

 

It was a strange feeling to bend down like that. After all, Trowa didn't know how far down it would go. His blindness affected him immensely.

 

After aeons - at least for Trowa it felt like aeons - his body touched the table. If the image in his head was halfway correct then the table was slightly tilted down. The surface seemed to be made of leather and was slightly padded.

 

When Trowa's chest touched the leather little pricks in his nipples reminded him of the damned clamps again. He moaned shortly and tried to get up again. But Quatre's hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Stay down,” the blond man ordered.

 

Trowa whined but did as he was told. He tried his best to get into the most comfortable position possible but due to his hands and arms that were still captured in that weird pose he couldn't minimise the contact of his nipples with the table.

 

The awkward feeling his nipples were sending through his body had distracted him so much that he realised just now that his penis was pressed to the leather too. With every little movement the material rubbed at his hard length. Trowa sighed.

 

“Don't move!” Quatre ordered before Trowa heard some strange noises he couldn't really identify. But shortly after he noticed what they were. He felt Angelface moving to his legs and then he felt leather buckles closing around his ankles. First his left ankle, then the right one. Trowa realised that he was being tied to this strange piece of furniture.

 

After his ankles followed his thighs. Then Angelface circled the table and strapped a wide leather band over Trowa's hips. After securing it Trowa was pressed to the table even more closely. He moaned and tried to move but it was nearly impossible now.

 

The only thing he was still able to move was his head, but after the leather band on his hips Trowa felt Quatre moving towards his head. Trowa feared the worst and some moments later he felt Quatre's hands fumble with his collar. A click sounded and Trowa was completely unable to move.

 

He realised that he was completely at the other's mercy now. He couldn't see anything and he couldn't move. All he could do was waiting for his `punishment'. Trowa started to sweat.

 

“Beautiful,” Angelface said at this moment. His hands moved over Trowa's spine and caressed him now and then. “You wouldn't believe just how arousing this sight is.” Then his hands moved to Trowa's ass and started to knead it.

 

Trowa gasped and moaned. These hands on him felt so unbelievable good. He wanted more of it. “Please…” he pressed out, breathing hard.

 

“Yes, you are right, we should begin with the punishment,” Angelface said, deliberately misunderstanding him and gave his ass a little slap.

 

Trowa jerked. Not that the slap had hurt, but it had completely surprised him.

 

Then Quatre simply moved away. Trowa missed his closeness immediately. The presence of the other one had made him feel safe. But now that Quatre wasn't standing next to him any more Trowa's fears and his insecurity returned. He heard Angelface rummaging in one corner of the room; apparently he was searching for something. Trowa swallowed hard. In front of his inner eye formed several horrible possibilities for his punishment.

 

Then, after an eternity, Angelface was beside him again. At once Trowa felt calmer; he was glad to have the other one next to him again.

 

Quatre started to caress him once more. Trowa sighed deeply. He loved these caresses and would have liked to feel those hands on every centimetre of his skin. But his cock had been hard for too long now, it wanted release and those hands only pushed him farther into this frenzy.

 

Quatre's fingers danced over Trowa's entrance and made the cop inhale sharply. Suddenly a finger pushed into him. Trowa yelled a little when he felt the invader. Not that it had hurt, but he simply didn't know that sensation.

 

“Hmmm,” Quatre sighed. “So hot and tight. I'm so going to enjoy taking you,” he declared.

 

Trowa's cock pulsed heavily at this statement and he almost went mad because he couldn't do anything to relieve himself.

 

Suddenly Quatre breathed a quick kiss on Trowa's ass and then bit the same place playfully. “You have a perfect ass,” Angelface said. “Firm and well-toned. Simply perfect.”

 

His finger kept on playing a little bit inside of Trowa and almost drove him mad. Then Quatre pulled out his finger again and said, “Usually my slaves wear butt plugs when I punish them. It intensifies the experience for them.” Just at the thought Trowa felt hot and cold at the same time. “But you told me earlier that you're still a virgin. And my cock is going to be the first that penetrates your insides. So I'm going to spare you the butt plug… for now.”

 

Trowa just moaned. He didn't know what to say. Suddenly he had the incredible desire to feel the other one deep inside him. Something he had never wanted before.

 

“Good, now I will explain the punishment to you.”

 

“I'm listening, Master.”

 

“You made three mistakes that we will correct here and now. I'm going to explain every mistake to you and you will accept the following punishment without protest. Do you understand?”

 

Trowa swallowed hard. Three mistakes? When had he made three mistakes? „Yes, Master,“ he hurried to answer. His heart throbbed from excitement and Trowa shivered slightly.

 

“Let's start with the least of your mistakes. You ruined an expensive damask tablecloth because of your clumsiness. That means ten slaps.”

 

Trowa's thoughts spun confused. And so he opened his mouth and said the first thing that came into his head. “The tablecloth? Are you joking?” But before he could protest even more Angelface had bent forward, putting his hand over Trowa's mouth.

 

“What did I tell you? Accept and understand your mistakes. Or I could double or even triple your punishment,” Angelface hissed dangerously.

 

Trowa realised his mistake immediately. He had talked without being asked to, and he had even objected his Master. That couldn't be good. He whined. Then Quatre removed his hand and Trowa hurried to say, “I'm really sorry, Master. Please forgive me.“

 

“That shouldn't ever happen again. Or we have to correct one more thing.” Trowa felt Quatre moving to his ass again. Something rustled and then Angelface talked again. “Alright, ten slaps we said. One more thing - you have permission to scream as loud as you want to.”

 

As soon as his Master finished the last sentence Trowa heard a strange hiss and then a dull thud. After a short delay a wave of pain washed over his entire body. Trowa yelled, particularly when his nipples echoed unexpectedly. He breathed hard and tried to comprehend what had caused that pain. It had felt as if Angelface had hit his buttocks with something big and flat. After what Trowa had seen in the room earlier he guessed that it had to be a paddle.

 

But that realisation was of little use when the paddle hit his ass the second time. Trowa yelled again. It hurt more this time. And he had hardly recovered from this one when the next hit him. His ass burned and the pain radiated from there throughout his whole body. Trowa wanted to protect his body from the slaps but he was tied up firmly and couldn't escape.

 

He screamed at every slap and begged for the pain to end. Quatre paused for an instant. “You know exactly that we will not stop until your punishment is finished. Three slaps left,” Angelface announced and let the paddle hit Trowa's ass again.

 

Every hit hurt more, not because Quatre was using more force but because Trowa's ass already throbbed with pain. The agony built more and more and he screamed as loud as he could.

 

Then the last slap hit and Trowa gasped as if he had run a mile right now. His ass still hurt but Trowa was immensely relieved that the pain had ended. But then he remembered with horror that Angelface had talked about three mistakes. Hot tears ran out of the corner of Trowa's eyes and were soaked up by the blindfold.

 

“Well done. Let this be a lesson to you. Let's get to your next mistake.”

 

“Master?”

 

“You have broken my rules more than once today. I know that everything is still new to you but it's nevertheless a mistake. Make sure that you won't contradict me or not follow my orders again. Ten slaps should be enough as a reminder.”

 

Trowa hissed. Ten more slaps, and that when his ass was still pulsing with pain! But Angelface had just warned him and he wouldn't make the mistake and protest now. He shut his eyes tightly and waited for the slap.

 

When it came he yelled completely surprised. This time it wasn't the paddle he already knew. Now it seemed to be something thin and flexible that maltreated his ass. A riding crop when he wasn't mistaken. The crop caused completely new sensations. While his ass still throbbed from the earlier punishment the crop left a very punctuated and sharp pain.

 

The second hit arrived, close beneath the first one. Trowa yelled and shook his ties without success. One slap followed the other. Trowa screamed and begged but wasn't even aware what exactly he was screaming. The pain dominated and he resolved to never displease his Master again.

 

But even this pain ended at last. Trowa wasn't relieved this time because he knew only too well that another punishment was awaiting him. After Angelface had stopped his slaps Trowa kept on screaming because his ass burned so much and he asked himself just how he could bear anything more.

 

“I'm proud of you,” Angelface said at this moment and caressed him. And despite of all the pain the praise made Trowa feel warm inside.

 

Angelface took his time, caressing Trowa again and again. As soon as the cop calmed down a little bit he announced, “Let's get down to your worst mistake. Your jealousy. I already explained why you aren't entitled to it. And with this we will make sure that you won't feel it again. I think five slaps will be enough this time.”

 

Trowa was confused. Yes, he was jealous of the others. How could he not be? After all, he loved Quatre and the thought that the blond man was with someone else than him bothered him. That was only human. But Trowa would beware of protesting now. He knew that it wouldn't change anything about the punishment but maybe only increase it. He could endure five slaps. He even wondered why it wasn't more - when a tablecloth was worth even ten slaps.

 

Then the slap hit him. Compared to it the first punishments had been almost harmless. The pain ate through his entire body. Grim and severe. “What?” he gasped between his cries of pain.

 

Angelface seemed to know what he wanted to ask with that. “That's a cane. It's only used for especially serious mistakes.”

 

When the next slap hit Trowa he screamed so loud his voice faltered. It was incredible, he couldn't stand it any longer, he wouldn't survive it. But the next slap came nevertheless.

 

When the cane had hit him five times Trowa was completely spent. His blindfold was wet from his tears, he had screamed so loud his voice was just a raspy croak and his ass, no his entire body seemed only to consist of pain.

 

“That's all. I'm proud of you, you made it. Forgiven and forgotten,” Angelface said at this moment and hugged him.

 

Trowa enjoyed the closeness; the touch of the other one seemed to banish the pain. Trowa cried and moaned and let Angelface calm him. “Now everything is alright again. And you will never repeat these mistakes, am I right?”

 

“Yes, yes, Master.” Trowa felt strangely light. He should shy away from the other one because he had caused those terrible pains. But that was part of the game. Quatre had told him that this would happen and he had engaged in it nevertheless. Had handed over the control to the other one, had submitted himself. But it was a good feeling that the other one didn't just punish but also comforted him.

 

For some time Angelface simply hugged him, then he started to kiss down his back and sent cold shivers through Trowa's entire body. When Quatre reached the lower back he paused. “Hmmm,” Angelface purred like a cat in front of a bowl of cream. “Your ass looks even better when red like this. Even more arousing.” With those words Angelface's hands reached for the buttocks and kneaded them gently. But that besides the arousing shivers it also sent new pain through Trowa now. He moaned and sighed. “What… what do you mean, Master?”

 

The clear laughter sounded again. Then Quatre said with an audible grin in his voice, “Well, I believe it is high time that I get my reward for all my hard work. I'm going to mount you now.”

 

Trowa shivered. Of course he had known that this would happen, Quatre had never made a secret of it and Trowa wanted it, too. But to know that it would happen now was an entirely different matter at all. “Master…” he stammered.

 

While Trowa followed his confused thoughts he suddenly noticed that the table which he was tied to slowly lowered. The movement lasted only some seconds. Then he was caught completely off guard when his legs were suddenly pressed wider apart because of the splints that moved to the sides. “What?” he asked puzzled.

 

The meanwhile well-know chuckle of his Master sounded. “Don't worry; I'm just adjusting the table for the next round.” Then Trowa felt the other one stepping between his legs and pressing close to his ass. Now Trowa realised why his legs were forced wider apart - so that Quatre had better access.

 

Quatre's hands returned to Trowa's body, stroked his back, his sides and caressed his ass again and again. All these caresses made Trowa feel dizzy. When Quatre's fingers started to fondle his balls he moaned from desire, he was so close to the edge. He wanted to come at once. His cock was captured between his body and the table and could only pulse with desire but this didn't give Trowa any release.

 

Then Quatre's fingers danced around Trowa's entrance again and only seconds later two of them pushed inside.

 

“Ahhh,” Trowa cried. This time the feeling was much more intense than earlier with only one fingertip inside him. He felt something cool and slippery at his channel and he realised that Quatre had started to prepare him with lube for their coupling.

 

His Master pulled his fingers out of Trowa again and again, only to push them back inside. Then he started to make scissor-movements. Trowa had done so himself with his former lovers but it was something completely new for it being done to him. It was an unusual feeling. Not that it really hurt - and even if it had it probably would fade next to the pain of his ass. But it was a somehow uncomfortable because completely unknown feeling.

 

Then Angelface suddenly pulled his fingers completely out of him. Trowa sighed because of the loss. Quatre's flat hand smacked his ass playfully. “That should be enough preparation.”

 

Trowa yelled. The slap wasn't meant as punishment but his poor ass was absolutely sensitive now. He wondered just how long it would take till he would be able to sit again.

 

But he hadn't enough time to muse over these thoughts because suddenly he felt Quatre's long, hard cock rubbing between his cheeks. Trowa sighed from desire. He hadn't noticed at all how his Master had opened his pants, but he didn't really care. All that mattered right now was the hard length that rubbed over him playfully.

 

“You are so hot. And the sight of you is so tempting. I'm going to mount you now, to completely take possession of you. It's good that you came as a virgin to me; I love to be the first one for my slaves. It's probably going to hurt but that's just the way it is,” Quatre explained placid.

 

Trowa was torn apart inwardly. On the one hand he was aroused and wanted nothing else than to finally feel Quatre inside of him, but on the other hand he was a little bit afraid too. Therefore he unintentionally tensed when he felt the tip of Quatre's penis pressing at his entrance.

 

Trowa moaned. Angelface's right hand grabbed his hip with such a firm grip that he surely would leave bruises, the other hand held his penis in position. Trowa knew this because the back of the hand grazed over his buttock.

 

Trowa's breath quickened again, his whole body was completely stiff, almost tense. Then he felt the cock pressing more firmly against him. There was no way to escape that pressure because Trowa was still tied to the table.

 

A strange, burning pain radiated from his opening while the muscle slowly yielded to the pressure and widened. Trowa gasped and wanted to toss his head from side to side. “Master…” he begged.

 

Quatre's left hand grabbed his left hip, and immediately the pressure intensified. “Stop tensing up. Accept me. Submit to me,” Angelface ordered with a cutting voice.

 

And really, Trowa succeeded to relax a little bit. Like slow motion he felt the muscle giving way to the intruder and the tip of the penis pressing into him.

 

“Ah, that's good,” Quatre said. “Accept that I own you!” And with these words he slowly pressed deeper into Trowa.

 

Trowa's world was effectively turned upside down. He relaxed even more and could therefore better concentrate on what was going on. He felt Quatre's hard length pushing deeper and deeper into him, filling him completely. He felt pain at the invasion, but the sensations the cock caused in him were arousing too. Together those sensations made a mixture of pain and pleasure that drove Trowa almost crazy with desire.

 

“Hmmm, you're so tight. And so hot,” Quatre said, and then he started to pull out his penis again.

 

Trowa moaned, he didn't want to lose the sensation of being filled. But before he could complain loudly Quatre already pushed inside again. He slowly started to build a rhythm.

 

Then Angelface suddenly touched something inside of him that sent millions of little electric surges through him. Trowa jerked surprised. He knew at once that Quatre must have hit his prostrate. Trowa already had heard a lot of it but he had never thought that it would feel like this. “Aaaahhhhh,” he screamed uncontrolled.

 

Quatre laughed shortly and said - without changing his rhythm, “Looks like my new Slave loves to have his Master's cock deep inside his ass. That's good, because his Master loves to fuck him.”

 

Angelface hit that magic spot repeatedly in a row. “Yes, yes… Master… please more, Master,” Trowa begged. He wanted more, he already was addicted.

 

“I think that could be arranged,” Quatre said and started to increase the speed. He prodded hard into Trowa and sent every time hot shivers through his entire body. The rhythm increased even more and every thought was banished from his mind. He could only concentrate on the hard length that pounded inside of him and pushed him farther and farther to the edge that he nevertheless couldn't really reach. He wanted to come, he needed to come but his Master hadn't allowed him to.

 

Meanwhile only the slapping of naked bodies, Trowa's moaning and the heavy breathing of both of them could be heard.

 

Then suddenly Angelface stopped in his movements and hot seed shot into Trowa. He screamed surprised, then he slowly realised that his Master had come inside of him. On the one hand he was proud because he had given completion to Angelface; on the other hand he was disappointed because he was still standing on the edge himself and the cock ring prevented him from coming.

 

He wanted to protest when he felt Quatre's hand push between his body and the table. Immediately Trowa stopped breathing. He barely didn't dare to hope that this would mean that his own completion was about to be granted. “Please, Master,” he begged.

 

Then a hand closed around his poor cock and played with it what caused more sobs from Trowa. But only when Trowa heard the silent click and after that Quatre's soft voice saying, “You have earned your reward. You may come now!” Trowa knew that the waiting had an end. Not that he could have thought too much, because immediately after his Master had given him the permission Trowa's entire body tensed and he exploded in an incredible orgasm.

 

He screamed and groaned and imprisoned the cock that was still embedded in him with his muscle contractions. He felt every little detail of the intruder and although the sensation was a little bit uncomfortable it only intensified his orgasm. Trowa lost his sense of time; he had the feeling as if the waves of pleasure had been overflowing him for hours.