Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Losing the Bet ❯ Pony play and Water bondage ( Chapter 2 )

Part 2 "Pony Boy"

*This chapter includes water play and breath control, both very dangerous types of play which, if done incorrectly, can have serious consequences, from pain to permanent damage to death. Never attempt either without preparation, discussion and very fast backup plans.*

An hour later, Wufei was tired of swinging back and forth with every breeze. He'd never been immobile for so long, not against his will, and his muscles were stiff and sore. All he had to listen to were birds, the creaking of the branch and ropes, and his own strained breathing. Quatre and Trowa were probably watching the vid, or in bed together, or attending to the mansion's business, while he hung upside down naked, all alone.

The erection didn't help. A few minutes into his suspension, when he realized he truly wasn't going to come down unless they untied him, he'd found himself reacting embarrassingly. He was torn between wanting his lovers to come take care of him and hoping they wouldn't see him enjoying his situation. If only he could untie himself...he tried to bend at his waist, like an inverted sit up, but the rope binding his wrists to his ankles wouldn't give and he had to fall back. His momentum made him swing like a pendulum for several seconds, slowly coming to rest again.

A gust of wind, stronger than usual, blew across his body. The sensations across his body, like light fingertips, made him groan. Teased for the better part of the hour, he couldn't get away and he had no one nearby to beg to help him. And, he realized, he would've begged for it now. Worse than teasing, the wind rustling through the leaves made him feel lonely. Forgotten. He wondered what he looked like, bound like this and alone in Quatre's garden like a lawn ornament.

He hadn't heard any doors open or any footsteps coming towards him, but a wet heat suddenly engulfed him, and he cried out. All of his muscles tensed as someone put their hands on his legs, holding him still as they worked. Disoriented and surprised, he couldn't tell who had their hands on him. He tried to make his mouth work to ask, but all he managed were groans. A moment later he came, and he felt the throat around him swallow before moving away.

The blindfold didn't come off as he was lowered to the ground and his legs untied. He lay still as his arms were undone, and then his blindfold came off with a kiss. When he could, Wufei stretched and smiled.

"Quatre...I thought you'd forgotten me."

His small master grinned and shook his head. "Far from it. I thought the clocks were dragging, I wanted to come back so soon." He looked over Wufei's body, spread out sideways on the grass, and touched one of the rope marks on his shoulder. "How do you feel?"

"Stiff," Wufei said.

"I thought I took care of that."

"Not like that," he said and looked away. His face felt hot. "I...didn't like it."

"Why not?"

"I..." He sat up and looked around. "Where's Trowa?"

"Getting the cart. Don't change the subject." Quatre put his hands on Wufei's face and made him look up. "Why didn't you like it?"

"You...you weren't there. I was...I was lonely."

"I see." Quatre kissed him again, holding him still when Wufei tried to duck again. "Well, you won't be lonely now. It's lunchtime. I thought we'd have a picnic out on the grounds."

Wufei didn't answer. Quatre had tugged a bag closer to them and opened it, dumping out several items that he'd never seen before. Quatre took his left hand and wrapped a black leather cuff around it, buckling it tight. While Quatre did the same to his other hand, Wufei examined the cuff. It was padded on the inside so it wouldn't hurt, but stiff so it wouldn't slip off. Two metal rings hung off either side. A moment later a similar collar was added. Quatre pushed his hair out of the way so he could buckle it behind his neck, and then he slipped two fingers under it to make sure it wasn't too snug.

"Now, you'll need shoes," he said and dug out two black sneakers and socks. He didn't let Wufei take them but rather put them on for him.

"Wait..." Wufei looked around but only saw two other leather accessories, no pants or shorts or anything. "I mean, you said I wouldn't be naked."

Quatre laughed and ran his fingertip down Wufei's chest. "No, I said you'd always be wearing something. Don't worry, no one'll see you. I told you I let all the servants go for the day. That includes the groundskeepers."

"But..."

"No buts. Slave for a whole week, remember?" Quatre stood and picked up the last two items. "Are you going to obey, or do I need to put you on a leash again?"

"No leash." Wufei stood up and slipped his hand into Quatre's. "Lead on."

Walking through the mansion seemed different, strange, when he had no clothes. The sneakers felt especially odd, partly because he rarely wore them but mostly because his feet were the most covered part of his body. Quatre led him through the halls down to the front door and out into the circular driveway.

Trowa was already there, leaning against what looked like a small horse cart. It had two seats, a small basket in the back for packages, and two long poles extending from the front like a hitch. Quatre led Wufei between them and turned him around so his back was to the seats.

"Oh no," Wufei whispered. He suspected what he was there for, and when Quatre locked his cuffs to the poles, he knew he was right. "Quatre, let me go. I'm not a horse!"

"The correct term is pony boy," Trowa said, and he stole a kiss before Wufei could shy away. "There are a lot of people who do this. You're going to take us for a ride around the estate."

"The cart's very light and well-balanced," Quatre said, checking that Wufei couldn't get free. He slipped each pole into his pony's hands so they wouldn't hang off the cuffs. "You shouldn't get tired from the weight."

"Your estate runs hundreds of acres," Wufei said.

"Mm-hmm, and I haven't checked up on them recently." Quatre took one of the leather items he had left and wrapped it around Wufei's waist. He had to step behind him and lace up what Wufei felt was a small corset cinching in waist. A webwork of straps fit between his legs and buckled at the small of his back. "This'll keep you a little out of breath," he said. "And this..."

When Wufei saw what Quatre was holding up, he balked and leaned back. Trowa stepped behind him and grabbed his jaw, forcing it down long enough for Quatre to slide on a harness including a bit gag and reins. Trowa locked it behind his head and adjusted the gag for a better fit, then drew the reins over Wufei's head and back to the seats. Trying to shake it off, Wufei shifted from one foot to the other, tossing his head like a real pony until Trowa gave the reins a good yank.

"I've got a whip back here," he warned him. "Try anything, and you'll feel it."

Wufei looked over his shoulder and watched both of them sit down. As Trowa gathered the reins up and Quatre pulled out a clipboard, Wufei felt that the cart really wasn't that heavy at all. He stood still, waiting for them to finish whispering to each other. He expected a car to drive up any minute now, Heero or Duo or maybe someone from the Preventer's offices, and see him harnessed up like some animal.

The reins jerked his head up and the whip cracked, not on his skin but near his head, startling him. "Straight down the road," Trowa said.

The cart moved easily as Wufei started to walk, and another crack of the whip made him speed up. After a moment he had rounded the driveway and pulled his lovers out the front and onto the main road. Glad that the road was private, he pulled the cart at a quick pace until the mansion was well out of sight and the manicured lawns became natural growth.

One mile marker went by, then another. They rounded a curve and went up a hill that Wufei had never thought was steep before. Then they came down a gentle slope that intersected with a dirt path. The reins pulled and he slowed, and when Trowa tugged on the right rein, he turned onto the path.

"Such a good pony," he heard him say. "No training needed."

On the dirt path, Wufei found that he had to move a little slower or else risk tripping. He expected a whip lash for it, but Trowa did nothing but hold the reins.

"Looks fine," Quatre said, and he marked something on the clipboard. He scanned the fields around them, flat and green with only a few trees and large flower bushes scattered over the miles. "I think we should get the path paved with cobblestones, though."

"Might make the trip rougher."

Wufei expected them to stop and look around a little, or at least give him a quick break. Instead they drove him a few more miles in and towards the creek that flowed through the estate. Quatre scribbled something else on his clipboard.

The wind now was worse than when he was hanging from the tree branch. Instead of small gusts, it ran over his skin all the time. Trotting like this helped a little, but Trowa's constant tug on the reins, now left, now right, now slowing him on a hill, reminded him that he was stuck pulling them up and down the gardens and would get a whipping if he stopped. He glanced at the locks on his cuffs, unconsciously slowing down, and felt the whip crack across his ass, already bringing up a welt. A loud whimper escaped before he could think to stop it, and a crack near his head warned him to keep going.

"Keep your eyes straight, pony," Trowa said. "Or I'll put blinders on you."

"Maybe we could hang a carrot in front of him," Quatre said. "Or the keys."

"I just might," Trowa said. "That's a good idea. If our pony slows again, we'll hang a carrot from his harness."

Wufei didn't slow down.

After a good twenty minutes of pulling, Trowa turned him off the path and into the grass. It was only a few more minutes before they came to a broad maple tree giving plenty of shade and several oleander bushes nearby. He pulled the reins and Wufei stopped near the shade. A moment later Trowa was unloading a large basket under the tree and Quatre was unbuckling his pony's harness.

"That was very good," he said as he slid the bit gag out. "You only got the lash once, and after all that running, too."

As he was unhitched from the cart, Wufei expected to be led the short distance to the spread blanket and plates being set out. Instead his cuffs were locked behind his back and he was led to the tree and made to kneel. Quatre tied a rope already knotted around the tree trunk to his collar.

"You're probably a little hungry after all that," Quatre said. He ran his hand over the clover and white flowers in front of Wufei. "The flowers here are edible, and they taste pretty good."

Wufei looked at the flowers, then at Quatre, then at the flowers again. "But..."

"He did do a good job," Trowa said. "Maybe he could have dessert afterwards?"

"Oh, okay." Quatre kissed Wufei again and joined Trowa a few feet away, spreading out cut sandwiches and lemonade and fruits in an ice chest. "After he has his clover."

Wufei tugged on his leash, but he couldn't even stand. He sighed and looked up at Trowa, hoping he'd offer him a bite. Instead the tall boy set a bowl full of water out for him and gave him a small kiss.

"It's okay," he whispered. "They really don't taste bad. It's like having a salad."

"Trowa...?" Wufei blushed as Trowa kissed him again and loosened his hair, running his fingers through it. When he was left alone again, he stared at the flowers for a little longer, then leaned forward and bit off the nearest blossom. It came apart easily in his mouth and he swallowed. Hardly any taste at all. And he was hungry...he bit off another blossom, then another. They only took the edge off his hunger.

A hand fell on his head, stroking his hair and face as he ate. He looked up and saw Quatre smile at him, then bend a little to kiss him again.

"You were a very good pony," Quatre whispered. "Better than Trowa was."

"Better than Quatre was, too," Trowa said.

The blonde stuck his tongue out at him. He pet Wufei once more and picked a clover blossom, nipping at its petals. "Just a tip. When you take a drink, it's best to do it from the edge."

"Or lick it up like a lion." Trowa finished off another sandwich and started to slice the apples and pears.

The bowl didn't look at all steady to sip at without spilling, but Wufei wanted a drink and neither of their tips was very appealing. He looked at Quatre, kissing his cheek. "Help me drink?" he whispered. "Please?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely." Quatre raised the bowl to Wufei's lips and let him sip, tipping it gently so that very little spilled. When Wufei finished, Quatre licked away a few drops from the corners of his mouth.

"Were you really a pony?" Wufei asked Quatre.

"A very bad pony," Trowa said. "Ready for dessert?"

Wufei nodded. Quatre untied him and helped him onto the blanket. Sure that they'd untie him now, Wufei sat still and watched until Trowa took one of the apple slices and held it to his pony's mouth. Figuring that after eating flowers, refusing an apple would seem stupid, he nibbled it away and gladly took the next piece. Then Quatre offered a handful of peeled sunflower seeds, and Wufei had to nuzzle his hand to reach them all.

After being handfed fruits and such, it was again time to go. Wufei found himself hitched to the cart again, bit gag and reins and all, waiting for Trowa to finish packing everything up. Then the whip cracked and he pulled them back onto the main path.

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When they arrived home, Quatre and Trowa both carried their things inside, leaving Wufei and the cart outside for a few minutes. Wufei no longer cared if anyone came down the driveway. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin and he panted for breath around his gag. The front door opened again and Trowa came out. He stood in front of Wufei and caught the reins, holding them tight so Wufei couldn't look away.

"You ready to come off that cart?" he asked.

Wufei whimpered once.

"And you promise to behave?" After another whimper, Trowa took out the bit gag and unlocked his hands from the cart. He took Wufei's face in his hands and kissed him, drawing back and whispering, "you were a very good pony."

"Is it true Quatre was bad?"

Trowa smiled as he completely undressed Wufei. "He's a little too spoiled. He grumbled the whole way out, and when I got out to check something, he took off down that path. I must've chased him for a good fifteen minutes. So..." He ran one hand lightly down Wufei's side, gently squeezing his hips. "You feel all right?"

"Tired. I understand what you said before. Hanging from the tree was much easier than pulling a cart across fields and up hills."

"Mm-hmm. And you had us two to carry." He kissed him again. "Want me to carry you now?"

"Carry me where?" Wufei asked and stepped back.

When Trowa stepped after him, he backed up until he bumped against the cart. Trowa put his hands on either side of Wufei, blocking him in. He pressed his body, fully clothed, against Wufei, subtly reminding him who was in charge.

"You're either walking there in chains," he whispered, "or I'm carrying you. I'm letting you choose this time."

"I..." Wufei felt his cheeks heat up and he looked at the pavement. "Carried."

"Good choice. Kick off your shoes." When his slave obeyed, Trowa bent and picked him up, cradling him in his arms. "Don't squirm. I wouldn't want to drop you."

As they went inside, Wufei put his arms around Trowa's neck and lay his head on his shoulder. After the long run, his muscles were starting to cramp up and ache, and the sudden rest made his whole body tingle. He closed his eyes and relaxed, reassured as Trowa gave him a small squeeze.

The sound of water caught his attention, and he half-opened his eyes as Trowa led him into the downstairs bathroom. The most spacious bathroom in the house, the small tiles were dark pink and made the room seem soft. The curtains were the same color and gave the sink and bathtub a slight tint. Also naked, Quatre sat on the edge of the tub, more like a small pool, and ran water hot enough to fill the room with steam.

Deposited next to Quatre, Wufei sat up on his knees and looked over his shoulder. There was a heavy thunk, telling him Trowa had locked the door. He glanced at the window and found it locked, too. A bundle of clothes lay in a pile near the corner, but they were jeans and a tee, khakis and a white button shirt. Not for him, then.

"You'll get your clothes in a little while," Quatre said. "After the bath."

Once the tub was full, Quatre slid in and waded to the other side. He turned and motioned for Wufei to come in. After a deep breath, Wufei followed, slowly easing into the hot water, up to his thighs, then his waist, then to his shoulders. The heat made his muscles relax, and after being so sore a moment before, he couldn't help but start to slip under the surface. Before he disappeared, though, Quatre caught him and held him up, letting Wufei rest his head on his shoulder. Wufei groaned as his eyes closed.

A rush of water told him Trowa had slipped in, and then Quatre was holding him while Trowa gently brought his arms behind his back and tied his wrists together. The tying went on for several seconds, working the rope around until Wufei realized he'd be bound until the bath was over. Once he couldn't move his hands, Trowa turned him around and made him stand straight.

For the first time Wufei noticed how much taller they were, both of them. Short Quatre had finally hit a growth spurt, not much, but just enough to have an inch or two on him. Trowa hadn't grown much, and for that he was thankful. He was already almost a foot taller.

Trowa stroked his hair for a minute, holding his face in his hands. Already sleepy, Wufei leaned into his hold. A pinch on his rear end made him wince and shy closer into Trowa's arms.

"Let him be," Trowa whispered. "He can't fight back right now."

"That's what makes it so fun," Quatre said. He ran one hand down Wufei's back, sliding his finger along the middle of his lover's back to his tailbone, then squeezing his butt. "Hold him still. I wouldn't want him going under."

"I've got him."

There was a splash, then silence. Wufei looked over his shoulder, trying to see Quatre, but there was no one there. Then he felt hands on his ankles, crossing and binding them. After a moment, Trowa was all that kept him from sinking under the water. Quatre popped up again, breathing deep. He swept his soaked hair from his eyes.

"Now he's not going anywhere."

Wufei twisted around, testing the ropes. All he could do was open and close his legs. Open was more comfortable but meant he couldn't stand, and closed was both uncomfortable and wobbly.

"Trowa..."

"It's all right, Wu'."

"But...if you let go--"

"I won't let you drown," Trowa said. He turned Wufei around so his back was to him and held him against his chest, one arm around his waist. "We won't let anything bad happen to you. Trust us."

Quatre waded closer, his smile saying 'don't trust me, don't trust me.' He reached under the water, hooking his hands under Wufei's knees and brought them up. His slave sat submerged, water just under his shoulders. He kissed Wufei, once on the lips, then slowly down, past his throat and chest. His head disappeared, blonde hair floating on the surface and he continued down. Wufei groaned and tilted his head back, shuddering as Quatre's mouth began its real work.

"Don't look away," Trowa said, using his free hand to force Wufei to look down. Through the clear water, they both saw Quatre on his knees, holding Wufei's legs up, air bubbles occasionally rising. "He loves you. He'll do this until he can't hold his breath anymore, and he trusts you not to try to hold him down."

Wufei couldn't form words, groaning louder as Quatre brought him closer and closer. He tensed every muscle, he was right on the edge--

Quatre suddenly came up again, gasping for breath. He kept his hold on Wufei and smiled when he heard his slave cry out. "Sorry," he breathed. "Couldn't hold it anymore." Without waiting for an answer, he pushed Wufei's legs out as wide as he could and disappeared under the surface again.

"Not fair teasing," Wufei said.

"Good thing he can't hear you," Trowa said. "Or he'd show you what teasing really is. But if you really want a little help..."

Long, sensitive fingers curled around his face, the tips pressing against his mouth before sliding in. Wufei turned his head side to side, trying to dislodge them, but Trowa only thrust them in further. His jaw was held open and his mouth teased. The hand holding him up squeezed his side. Quatre sucked a little faster, and when Wufei came, tears sprung up in his eyes.

Several seconds passed by as he caught his breath. He hardly noticed Quatre coming back up, or how Trowa shifted him around so that he lay in the taller boy's arms, held on the surface of the water. As soon as his breathing was back to normal, Quatre kissed him again and looked into his eyes.

"Wufei," he whispered. "You trust us, yes?"

Wordlessly, Wufei nodded.

"I want to try something with you. I've done it before with Trowa, and it can be wonderful, but you have to try not to panic." He smoothed Wufei's wet hair back. "I promise I'll bring you back up before you need to breathe in again."

Wufei understood what Quatre meant, and he glanced at Trowa. "It won't hurt?"

"Just don't breathe in," Trowa said. "I'll be watching. If anything starts to go wrong, I pull you right back up."

"We won't do this if you don't want to," Quatre said. "I don't want you to be scared."

Wufei closed his eyes. The pool wasn't very deep, only a couple of feet, and they would both be careful. He could hold his breath, he was sure of it. They'd kissed underwater before anyway, the only difference now was that he couldn't come up if he wanted to. He'd have to rely on them.

"I trust you," he said.

"Deep breath," Trowa said.

Wufei breathed in, and then a moment later Trowa's hands slowly lowered him down. Water covered his face and body. When he didn't panic or thrash, Trowa's hands disappeared, and he sank to the bottom, coming to rest on the tiles. He opened his eyes and saw both of them above the surface, watching him. They both kissed over him, and Wufei squirmed as they ignored him for the moment. He couldn't move to save himself and they weren't even looking at him. He tried to sit up or turn over so he could get to his knees. His useless writhing made him brush against his lover's legs.

Then Quatre came down under the water, floating just above him. His hair flared out and he kissed Wufei, helping him sit up, crosslegged. He sat in Wufei's lap, straddling him to keep him still, and played with him like a toy, pinching and stroking as Wufei started to squirm again, this time from a slight burning in his lungs. Having come down a little later, Quatre comfortably watched as Wufei mouthed 'let me up.'

He mouthed back 'not yet' and kissed him again. He put his hand between Wufei's legs and stroked him hard, bring him up fast. Emotions played across Wufei's face, his need for air and his desire to stay put, and he fought to keep from exhaling.

The moment he came again, Quatre held his shoulders and brought him back up, holding him as he gasped. Wufei felt sure that even if he wasn't tied, he wouldn't be able to stand. As soon as he had his breath back, he was dropped into the water again. This time Trowa came down, but he only touched him, watching Wufei writhe as he was gently pinched and fondled. He put his hands around Wufei's waist and brought him up a few inches, then let him go. Wufei settled on the bottom again, and he realized Trowa was only playing with him, making him understand who was in charge. He smiled. Trowa had a love of dominating him. When the week was up, he'd keep Trowa on a leash and have some fun teasing him beyond his limits.

But for now, Trowa had him on a leash. When he needed another breath, Trowa brought him up but held him just under the water's surface. Wufei didn't feel afraid anymore, though, and waited to be raised the last few inches.

TBC...

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