Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angeface ❯ chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Angelface
 
 
“That was damned good,” Angelface said, kissed Trowa on his back and started to pull slowly out of Trowa. “You've really pleased me. Did my Slave enjoy it too?”
 
Trowa's voice trembled, the afterglow of his orgasm made it almost impossible to speak clearly. “I'm so grateful, Master. Grateful you've taken me and glad to have been at your service.”
 
Angelface seemed to be very pleased at these words because he slowly kissed along Trowa's spine. Then he said with a silent chuckle, “That's good. But why do you think that has been all?”
 
“M… M… Master?” Trowa asked surprised.
 
“I'm not finished with you, not for a long time yet. After all, the night is still young.” And then, without warning, something suddenly was pressed into his opening. It wasn't a finger, for it was too wide for it and it wasn't Quatre's cock, too, for it was too cold.
 
“What… what is that?” Trowa gasped surprised. He felt it slipping deeper inside him, but the movement stopped already after about 3 centimetres and his muscle ring closed around the end of it.
 
“It's a butt plug. I already told you that I like to use this toy with my slaves.” Quatre toyed with the end of the butt plug, rotated and pushed the plug into different directions. Trowa sighed at the sensation. It wasn't nearly as fulfilling as the pulsing cock that had been inside of him only recently, but the movement stimulated the already sensitive nerves of his insides. Trowa's cock immediately hardened again.
 
“I normally use the plugs during the punishment or, like in this case, to see to it that I won't have to prepare you again later.”
 
The explanation caused hot cold shivers to run down Trowa's back. His Master would mount him again later. He could hardly wait.
 
Then he noticed that Quatre started to open his ties. One clasp after another was opened. Trowa didn't know if he should be glad to escape the table or if he should be afraid of what would come next. He had seen so much strange furniture in the room, furniture that he couldn't imagine the exact use of. But after his experience with the strange table he could think of some or the other.
 
At last the clamp of his collar was opened, too. Finally Trowa was able to move again, but he didn't do it, he stayed in the position he had been ordered to. A hand touched him on his shoulder. “You may stand up now,” Angelface's soft voice explained.
 
Trowa sighed. His hands were tied to his collar still and thus really restrained his movements. It wasn't easy to stand up from the table and it seemed to really take a long time till he succeeded, but then he was standing on his own feet at last.
 
He almost would have collapsed again. His knees buckled and the blood rushed in his head. “Be careful,” Quatre said and supported him. “You have been lying with your head down; your circular flow has to settle down again.”
 
Trowa nodded, that was a logical explanation. He held on to Angelface and took a deep breath. After some moments he said, “Thank you, Master, but it's alright now.”
 
“Good, then follow me.” Just as earlier Quatre had a hand on Trowa's shoulder and one at his elbow. He led the cop slowly through the room.
 
Trowa still didn't like to walk around completely blind but it was easier to rely on the guiding of his Master. He knew now that the other one could navigate him through the room without any problems.
 
After some steps Quatre ordered to stop him and Trowa did exactly that. Angelface's hand pushed him gently into a certain position. Then Quatre fumbled with the knot of the blindfold and with a tug the cloth fell off Trowa's eyes. “Look at this beautiful sight,” he ordered.
 
Trowa blinked surprised. The sudden brightness caused dots dancing in front of his eyes. But then his sight cleared. He stood in front of a gigantic mirror that reached from the floor to the ceiling. The mirror showed him. And it surprised Trowa how good the collar and cuffs looked on him. How arousing it was to see him tied up. Another mirror seemed to be placed behind him in addition, and it reflected his rear view.
 
“My work of art is wonderful, isn't it?” Quatre breathed and stroked with his fingertips lightly over Trowa's buttocks.
 
Trowa's breath stopped short at this sight. His ass was red. It was red as if he had terrible sunburn, so red it almost glowed. Streaks could be seen on the red in addition, witnesses of the last two rounds of his punishment. Trowa frowned and looked closer at them.
 
He didn't know if it was really a work of art and he shuddered to think at the pain that had a dominant share in its appearance, but this sight had something strangely fascinating. And arousing. He felt his cock harden again.
 
Quatre laughed shortly, then he stroked the underside of Trowa's penis. “Ah, I see you like what you see.”
 
Trowa blushed and nodded, he was too ashamed to open his mouth.
 
“That's good. You've learned some important lessons until now. Among other things how closely pain and pleasure are located to. And as long as I'm in control you will experience both of them.”
 
Silently they stood in front of the mirror for some moments. Then Quatre smacked his ass playfully again. “And now lay down on the bed,” he ordered.
 
Trowa cast a short look at Angelface, then he turned toward the bed and slowly approached it. Slowly because his knees still trembled a little bit. The bed was really huge; it had to be approximately 5x3 metres, if not more. Just like a canopy bed it had four high posts at the corners - although Trowa was sure that those posts served other uses.
 
He just reached the bed when Quatre, who was walking close behind him, opened the latches between the cuffs and the collar; and only seconds later Trowa's arms fell down, finally freed from their uncomfortable position. Quatre said, “I want you to lie down in the middle of the bed, on your back and the arms raised over your head so you can touch the headboard with your fingertips.”
 
Trowa nodded shortly, the order sounded easy enough. “Yes, Master,” he confirmed and crawled onto the bed. The movement sent new shivers through the lower part of his body. His ass protested a little bit and the butt plug nuzzled his insides interestingly.
 
When he lay down on his back he noticed how wonderfully cool and smooth the linen felt on his poor ass and he sighed again. Then he started to jiggle a little bit to position himself as Angelface had wanted him to. When his fingertips touched the headboard of the bed he turned his head and cast his Master a questioning look.
 
Angelface seemed to devour his body with his eyes. “Beautiful,” he explained again. “Now I want you to raise your knees so that your feet are standing on the bed. Then you will spread your legs as wide as possible. And then I want you to maintain this position.”
 
Trowa frowned questioningly but hurried to follow these orders. The position he adopted was a little bit uncomfortable and made him almost blush shamefully. He asked himself just what would be next.
 
“Because you accepted your punishment so well I'm going to reward you now. I won't use the blindfold again.”
 
Trowa's heartbeat quickened. Being so completely blind had made him feel even more helpless than the bonds. At least now he would be able to see what awaited him. “Thank you, Master,” he said truly delighted about this reward.
 
The mattress shifted a little bit when Quatre sat down beside him. His caressing hands stroked over Trowa's body at once and made him quiver with desire. And suddenly it was very hard to maintain the position. His hands twitched, he would have given everything to be able to caress the other one too. But his Master had explicitly ordered him not to move. And Trowa wasn't too keen on another punishment. He clenched his fists and held them almost tensely stretched out.
 
Quatre's hand wandered deeper, started to caress Trowa's meanwhile rock-hard penis and fondled his balls.
 
Trowa pressed his head groaning into the pillow, while he suppressed the urge to thrust into those hands. When Angelface continued like this he would come very soon. Trowa bit on his lip.
 
“Apparently I will have to use one of the other accessories again,” Quatre matter-of-factly explained at this moment. And then Trowa felt something being pushed over his penis. He groaned out of frustration.
 
Angelface answered with a chuckle, he fastened the cock ring and then suddenly bent forwards and breathed over the entire length of Trowa's tormented cock.
 
Trowa moaned and the exertion made sweat break out on his forehead. His Master truly knew how to torment him.
 
When Quatre raised his head again Trowa moaned even more because he immediately missed Angelface's warmth. Meanwhile Quatre had kneeled on the bed and turned his attention to Trowa's arms now. He let his fingers wander from the shoulders up to the cuffs around Trowa's wrists. Then he gently stroked over the clenched fists and started to open them. “Uh, uh, uh. There's no need to cramp like that,” he said slightly disapproving.
 
Trowa, who couldn't see what the other one was doing there above his head, hurried to open his fists. Then he felt Quatre tamper with his hands and the cuffs. The blond man pressed Trowa's hands together and then something clicked. Unconsciously Trowa tried to move his hands and noticed that they were tied up again.
 
“I've connected your arms with the headboard of the bed,” Quatre explained. His hands caressed Trowa's arms again, and when he reached the crook of the arm he paused. “You stretched your arms too far. It will be uncomfortable later on. Skid a little bit farther up.”
 
Trowa did exactly that, he pushed his upper body a little bit up, but asked himself why Quatre was so worried about it; the posture of his arms hadn't been really uncomfortable. But it pleased him that the other one showed concern about him.
 
Suddenly Quatre's face was directly in front of him. Trowa could gaze deeply into the beautiful eyes of the other one and seemed to drown in them. “What's going to happen now, Master?” he dared to ask.
 
The blue eyes that watched him so intensely sparkled cheerfully. “Now I'm going to taste my beautiful Slave,” Quatre explained. Before Trowa could reply anything Quatre started to explore Trowa's body, kissing and caressing it.
 
Trowa was in hell and heaven at the same time. Groaning he tossed his head from side to side. The fingers and the wet tongue that apparently touched every bit of his skin drove him mad. He cursed the bond that prevented him from embracing the other man and pressing him even closer to him. He wanted more, much more but at the same time he wanted to be released, too. Groaning he squirmed on the bed, always carefully not to alter his position but at the same time he tried to press closer to the caressing mouth.
 
Then suddenly Trowa felt something odd. Something smooth and cool was pulled over his penis. When Trowa raised his head he could see that Quatre was sliding a piece of silk over his body. It was an indescribable sensation and Trowa enjoyed the change it brought.
 
But only until the cloth reached his nipples. Pain exploded and sent new waves through his body. “Fuck!” Trowa screamed and his entire body jerked.
 
His Master only chuckled. “Someone seemed to have forgotten about his nipple clamps!” he said with a cheerful tone and started to lick Trowa's right and then his left nipple. Trowa moaned and groaned but Angelface didn't let it distract him.
 
After aeons - at least it felt like that for Trowa - the other one let off of him. Trowa gasped and tried to calm his heartbeat.
 
“Ah, I love to play with my Slave. You are so beautiful and so responsive to everything I do.” He bent forward and kissed Trowa long and hard. Their tongues duelled and Trowa couldn't get enough of tasting the other one.
 
When the finally broke the kiss Trowa gasped for air. Quatre grinned, “And you're making me so hot!” Then he straightened up again and crawled farther down. In no time at all he had placed himself between Trowa's still wide-spread legs. He bent forward a little bit and said, “I'm going to take you again now.”
 
And before Trowa could reply anything Angelface had removed the butt plug and pushed into Trowa's body with a smooth movement. His hands grabbed Trowa's hips and he started to thrust into Trowa at a rapid pace.
 
Trowa screamed with pleasure. The sensation of Quatre's cock that pushed inside him a second time was indescribable. And he wanted more of it; he unconsciously raised his hips to meet the thrusts. Quatre filled him, took possession of him and Trowa enjoyed it. When his prostrate was hit again he forgot all the pain he felt earlier for a moment. Only the pure, raw pleasure counted now. “More… oh please more, Master,” Trowa begged.
 
And Quatre actually increased his speed. “I see, my Slave is a good uke,” he commented between his thrusts.
 
Trowa's body vibrated of pleasure and desire. He was on the verge of completion again, but he was hindered by the cock ring he was still wearing. He had to come now or he would go crazy. “Please… please…” he groaned repeatedly.
 
Instead of answering Quatre's thrust got even more fervid. Trowa moaned desperately. Then Angelface bent forward and removed both nipple clamps with a quick movement.
 
“AAAAHHHHH!” Trowa screamed so loud that his already hoarse voice completely faltered. The wave of pain that suddenly rushed over him was immensely. His entire body contracted and almost lifted off the bed. The nipple clamps, he had forgotten about the nipple clamps. And now he understood why his Master had predicted he would wish that hey had never been removed at all. Like millions of pinpricks the pain coursed through his nipples.
 
Trowa was still completely lost in his pain when he dimly noticed a hand that tampered with his penis. Then he suddenly heard the voice of his Master, “You may come now!” After that Trowa stopped thinking at all.
 
The climax that had been delayed for so long ripped through his body. He came so hard like never before in his life. He moaned and screamed. The pain and the pleasure combined to an incredible, never known feeling.
 
Every muscle in Trowa contracted and like before he imprisoned Quatre's cock deep inside of him and seemed to feel every detail of it despite of his muzzy state of mind.
 
“You're so tight!” Quatre said and thrust a few times more. Then he also came and when his hot seed gushed into Trowa, Trowa screamed again and everything went black.
 
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Trowa groaned. “Finally awake again?” Quatre's voice chuckled. Trowa hurried to open his eyes. He saw that Angelface was bent over him again and smiled down at him. Trowa blinked. “How long was I gone?” he asked wonderingly.
 
“Not long. Some minutes. Just long enough so that I could clean up both of us. I think it's time to sleep, we had enough excitement for one night.”
 
Trowa agreed wholeheartedly. He noticed that his legs were lying relaxed on the mattress now. But when he wanted to lower his arms too he was hindered by his bonds. He frowned questioningly. Hadn't Quatre said just now that they would end the game?
 
The other one seemed to understand the question although Trowa didn't say it loud. He bent forward and breathed a quick kiss on Trowa's lips. “The bonds stay where they are. You belong to me until tomorrow morning, you shouldn't forget that!”
 
Trowa glared at the other one but didn't say anything; after all, Quatre was right. And the bonds would hardly carry weight after everything they had already done.
 
Then Angelface smiled knowingly at him. “And so that you won't forget to whom you belong I have something else for you,” he explained with a sly tone.
 
Trowa shook his head confused; he didn't really know what would happen now. Meanwhile Quatre had bent down to his nether body regions and suddenly Trowa felt something pressing against his entrance. He frowned again. Did Quatre want to insert a new butt plug?
 
As Trowa already was acquainted with it he tried to relax. Slowly the object slid into him. But it was something completely different than the plug he had felt earlier. Trowa noticed it with alarm when it pushed deeper and deeper into him. “What is that?” he gasped.
 
“It's a dildo!” Angelface explained matter-of-factly. Without paying any attention to Trowa's protest he pushed the toy to the hilt into the tied up body. When Trowa thought he couldn't bear it another second Quatre finally stopped and Trowa noticed his muscles closing around a thinner part of the dildo. If he didn't misinterpret then the thing would only get out if someone removed it.
 
Quatre pushed himself up again and snuggled against Trowa's chest. “And it's not just any dildo, but the exact copy of my cock. After all, I don't want you to forget to whom you belong.”
 
Trowa was shocked. He just didn't know if it was because of the fact that Quatre had copies of his genitals as sex toys or because of the realisation that the thing would stay inside of him till the morning. He groaned and wanted to protest.
 
But Quatre kissed him and prevented his protest. Then he pressed a switch at the head of the bed and the room was suddenly almost completely dark. The blond man laid his head on Trowa's chest yawning. “We should sleep now. And I'm sure my Slave will be a wonderful pillow.” And with these words he slung his arms around Trowa and seemed to fall asleep immediately.
 
It was a long night for Trowa, and sleep wouldn't come easily to him. On the one hand he was still tied up. And on the other hand, the dildo inside of him was simply uncomfortable. He felt too full and with every movement the thing sent shivers through his whole body. Not that Trowa had been able to move a lot with his bonds and Quatre who was lying on him and who he didn't want to wake up.
 
A reminder to whom he belonged, Quatre had said. And that was another reason why Trowa couldn't sleep despite of his exhaustion. Too many thoughts spun through his head. He tried to understand what exactly had happened here. And he tried to comprehend just what it meant for him.
 
Trowa looked down at the man who used him as pillow. The other one had crawled under his skin today - literally. He had captivated him. Oh, not with those leather bands. Trowa had given his heart to Quatre and was therefore forever tied to him. What had Quatre promised at the beginning of their game? `I'm going to turn your world upside down.' And exactly that had happened.
 
It should have been just a game for one night but Trowa couldn't hide anymore what he felt for the other one. For every different facet of the other one. He loved Quatre and he admired Angelface. He had known it before but this night had shown him something else. He belonged to his Master!
 
The last realisation shocked Trowa. But he couldn't deny it, he belonged to the other one, wholeheartedly. But Trowa didn't exactly know what that meant. Did it mean that he suddenly wanted to completely surrender to someone else? And if it was so, would Quatre even want him again?
 
After all, it should have been only a game for one night. What brought Trowa to his next question. Was it really just a game for Quatre? Something that he did now and again to spice up his sex life, or was he always and everywhere the `Master'? How did this agree with all the other facets of Quatre?
 
And if it was the last possibility, would Trowa be able to accept it? Surely, he belonged to the other one, but could he be able to subdue forever? Would he ever be more than a slave to Quatre? And what about the other partners of Quatre? That was a really severe point. Trowa had been punished rigorously for his jealousy, but he knew only too well that he would never be able to get rid of it. He would always be jealous of someone who got too close to Quatre. He wanted that the other one belonged to him too. Only to him.
 
And then there were all the other little questions and doubts that sneaked into Trowa's thoughts again and again. Would Quatre even want him again? How could he, a cop, be together with a Mafia boss? And what would his colleagues say?
 
Trowa pressed his eyes shut. He couldn't find the answers and he could see the sun slowly rising through the window. Their shared time would be over soon and he was still far away from a solution.
 
Quatre seemed to notice his restless movements. The blond man pressed closer to him and murmured “Trowa” in his sleep. Then he was fast asleep again.
 
Trowa cast the other one a surprised look and his thoughts started to circle again.
 
The sun was already high in the window when Quatre moved again. The blond man yawned and purred. Then he raised his head and smiled at Trowa. “Good morning, Trowa!”
 
Trowa swallowed. He had made up his mind and he hoped he did the right thing. “Good morning, Master,” he said and smiled too.
 
Quatre frowned shortly. “The game is over. It is morning,” he said and started to lose Trowa's bonds.
 
“I know. Quatre,” Trowa said. This was his decision. He would give Quatre this gift and everything else would then depend on him. The bonds of his heart couldn't be destroyed so Trowa could as well act accordingly. What exactly the future would bring him had to be seen then.
 
Quatre shortly looked very confused, then suddenly his whole face lightened up. He virtually plunged at Trowa and embraced him fervently. “Oh Trowa, Trowa, Trowa!” he murmured and kissed him frantically.
 
Trowa closed his arms around the other one too. Although nothing was really resolved now he nevertheless knew that he wouldn't regret his decision. He belonged to Quatre and Quatre to him!