Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Losing the Bet ❯ Harem ( Chapter 4 )

Part 4 "Harem"

This chapter includes crucifixion play and a spin-off of the wooden pony. As always, this type of play is indeed real, I have seen the clips to prove it. I am not entirely sure if it is as excruciating as I've made it here, but from the look on the slave's face, I think so, especially after a long period of time. Not a bondage play for beginners. The second section deals with role-playing, an easy activity that can be done with any level of bondage enthusiasts, ranging from burglar and victim, pirate and captive, to harem slaves.

Wufei woke up on his stomach. His first instinct was to jerk his hands down, but one was already drawn behind his back. The other...he craned his neck and looked over at Trowa, who'd already locked cuffs around his wrists and was in the process of chaining them together. Feeling the tug, Trowa looked down at his lover.

"Oh, damn."

Wufei blinked. He knew he was being ambushed, but did Trowa honestly think he'd sleep through it?

Behind him somewhere, Quatre started laughing. "I told you so," he said. "Now you're mine for the day."

With a light sigh, Trowa finished attaching the chain to his cuffs and secured them with a padlock. He sat down on the mattress and ran his fingers through Wufei's hair, caressing his face. "We had a bet," he said when he saw his slave's curious look. "I was so sure I could do this without waking you up."

"Let me guess," Wufei said. "Slave for the day?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Don't worry," Quatre said. "I've got plenty of things planned for today. We're all going to have lots of fun."

Wufei and Trowa exchanged a look and groaned.

"Trowa, make sure he eats something and then meet me downstairs in front." He jumped off the end of the bed and walked to the door, pausing before glancing back and adding "carry him." With that, he left.

"What did he mean?" Wufei asked, but Trowa was already chaining his ankles as well.

"Just that I'll be carrying you everywhere, since you won't be able to walk." He hefted his lover into his arms and took him out, heading down the hall towards the stairs. Wufei closed his eyes as they went down, afraid he'd trip and they'd fall. When they reached the bottom safely, he sighed and lay his head on Trowa's shoulder.

"I think I might get used to this," he said.

"Quatre likes being carried, too," Trowa said. "I think you might turn out as big a brat as he is."

"I'm not a brat," he said. "It's just nice not carrying anyone else."

Trowa couldn't help a smile. "Didn't you like being a pony? You did it very well. He might make you do it again today."

"It…I'm not used to being an animal," Wufei started.

"Not an animal," Trowa said. "A slave. At worst, a pet. A very much loved and cherished pet."

"Not too long ago, I would've minded being called that."

"And now?"

"I like it. A little."

They came to the kitchen, and Trowa set his lover in a padded chair before pulling what had been dinner out of the refrigerator and heating it. He set it in front of Wufei, who expect to be untied, but instead Trowa sat next to him and picked up the fork.

"I don't even get to feed myself?" Wufei asked.

Trowa smiled and didn't say anything. Bit by bit, he fed his lover until breakfast was gone. Wufei felt strange allowing it, timidly opening his mouth each time, and Trowa's free hand on his thigh made him squirm slightly.

"Does Quatre like being fed, too?" he asked, and he hoped Trowa didn't hear his voice waver.

"Not as much. He's a master, rarely a slave. That's why he makes such a lousy pony." A soft, dreamy look appeared in his eyes. "But he's a wonderful master. He's never hurt me. He always knows just how far to push."

Trowa couldn't tell, but his look had a calming effect on Wufei, who was still nervous about giving up all control to his blonde lover, no matter how much he loved him. Quatre slipped easily into his role as domineering master, and sometimes the mask seemed to fit too well. The whip could turn cruel, there was always that potential, and only his trust in Quatre let him permit the chains and submission. That it felt so good, and that they enjoyed him as much as he enjoyed them...it was worth the risk. He swallowed once as Trowa picked him up again and carried him out to the front.

The pony cart was already there, with Quatre leaning against it.

"Finally. Set him down and let me hitch you up."

Once Wufei was placed in his seat, he watched as Quatre did to Trowa what he'd done to him the day before, and this time he had to admit that his taller lover made a beautiful pony. Obviously he'd done this before because not only did he keep perfect posture, standing straight with his head up, but he also had no problem accepting a much sterner bridle than Wufei had. The mouth piece was wider, and although it was made of wood, the rings were metal and attached with thin chains. Once his slave was tied to the cart, Quatre hopped up next to Wufei and grabbed the reins.

"South," he said, "up towards the woods."

There was a muffled reply, much like a pony's whiny, and then Trowa started pulling them along, walking at first and then picking up his pace to a quick trot. Quatre leaned back and put his arm around Wufei, holding him close so any bumps wouldn't throw him out of the cart. He let his hand slide up against his slave's chest and trace little circles.

Now that he didn't have to pull the cart, Wufei could watch the landscape go by, wildflowers along the side of the road and fields of short grass that ended in tall treelines. There were more trees as they went by, and the grass got taller as they went out farther than the gardeners did. After several minutes, Trowa slowed and turned onto a dirt path that spanned a field and then went into a forest. Enough light came through the tree branches that it wasn't dark at all, and the wind cooled as it blew through. Wufei began to wonder just how much lands Quatre owned around the estate if he wasn't worried about taking his helpless lovers so far out. He leaned closer to his blonde lover and asked.

"About ten miles in each direction," Quatre said. "Afraid we might be spotted?"

Blushing slightly, Wufei nodded. Quatre laughed and gave him a kiss before answering. "Don't worry. There's a fence around the entire estate. No one will come in." He noticed the pace of the cart slowing and he shook Trowa's reins in warning. The cart quickened again. "Still, I thought you might like the cover the forest gives you, since you'll be on display for a little while."

"Display?" Wufei couldn't hide the note of panic in his voice.

"Mm-hmm. Relax, no one will see us. And you'll be too occupied to worry about being seen anyway."

Wufei smiled. "And that's supposed to make me feel better?" He hissed as Quatre's fingers played with his chest again, his blonde lover finding all the sensitive spots he'd long ago committed to memory in bed. The path ceased to exist beyond the faint rumbling noise of the wheels, and by the time the cart stopped, he was out of breath and oversensitized. While Quatre disappeared, Wufei leaned back and caught his breath, not caring where they were until his body calmed down.

Hands came around him, moving under his legs and behind his back to lift him up. He settled against Trowa's warm body and lay limp as they followed behind Quatre. They didn't far to go. When Wufei felt himself being set on the ground, he looked around himself. They were in a small grassy clearing surrounded by trees. As he watched Quatre remove Trowa's pony gear, he leaned back and struck something solid. At first he thought it was a tree, but when he turned, he understood exactly what Quatre had meant by display.

He'd been placed at the bottom of what looked like a modified crucifix. There were no nail holes to his relief, but there was plenty of rope hanging from the wooden arms. There were also two additional wooden beams fixed diagonally out, obviously for his legs to be bound spread eagle. And so too much pressure wouldn't be exerted on his limbs, there was a triangular wedge in the lower center to take the rest of his weight, if he could imagine sitting on that sharp edge. And there were two of these crucifixes, side by side.

Trowa spotted how pale Wufei had become, but he had to wait for the bridle to come out before he could reassure him. "It doesn't hurt," he said, flexing his jaw. He glanced at Quatre, who was taking his time removing the corset and chains.

"Hold still," Quatre said. "I think we're going to have to get a new string for this corset. This one's getting frayed."

"It should with the amount of times you put it on me."

Quatre gave his pony a hot slap on his backside, making Trowa jump and Wufei stare. "I ought to leave the bridle on."

"Like you don't have other gags with you."

"True."

Finally Trowa was freed. Wufei wondered how he could move so easily without wearing anything, like he was still wearing clothing. He waited patiently as his own chains were removed, then stood up. The crucifix was still taller, but only by a few feet. He wouldn't be held so high up off the ground, then.

"How do you manage the top ropes?" he asked. They were high enough to be out of Trowa's reach.

"I've got stepstools with me. You'll see when we put Trowa up." Quatre grinned as Wufei's jaw dropped. "Yup, you're helping me put him up first. I want you to see how it feels, tying someone up and being responsible for them."

"But...I've never..."

"It's okay," Trowa said, touching his cheek. "I trust you. And Quatre will show you what to do." He put his hands on the bottom boards of the crucifix and climbed up, turning around and gently lowering himself onto the wedge. He winced, then breathed out and leaned back, arms flung out while he stood as best he could on the diagonal pieces.

"We do his arms first," Quatre said. He brought out the two stepstools and put them on either side of Trowa. "Hurry, we don't want him to fall over."

Wufei mimicked his master, stepping up and taking hold of the rope. He wound it around Trowa's wrist, then looped it over the wooden beam. As he pulled it tight, Trowa's arm was pressed against the beam, the rope holding it securely. He tested the knots and nodded once to himself. His lover was strong, but he wouldn't be able to pull free.

The thought sent a sudden rush through his body. His lover was helpless and he'd done it to him. He'd tied the ropes himself. This was different from being the one bound. He glanced over at Quatre and saw that he'd finished his own knots. Trowa's arms were flung out and tied tight to the crucifix. Even if they didn't finish his legs, he wasn't going anywhere.

They both came down and started on Trowa's legs. At first Trowa resisted, trying to keep his weight on his legs and not the triangle between them. Following Quatre's lead, Wufei put his hands around Trowa's ankle and gently forced his leg out and against the beam. He wrapped the rope there around his ankle several times, then drew it against the beam and made a few more loops before tying the knot. Trowa winced as the wedge absorbed most of his weight and forced his legs even wider.

As his lover groaned, if not in pain then in discomfort, Wufei found himself fascinated. His lover squirmed and writhed for several minutes, adjusting to the wedge and the spread position. He made exquisite noises, whimpering and hissing and moaning, and the only way Wufei knew that Trowa was actually enjoying this was that he was already hard. Or maybe it was torture, he thought. Sweet torture. He had the urge to touch him them, either to ease his pain or increase it, he wasn't sure. He glanced at Quatre, who nodded. Licking his lips out of nervousness, he stepped closer. Trowa's waist was directly in front of his face. He looked up at Trowa, who panted for breath as he stared down at Wufei. With a tiny smile, Wufei bent and pressed a kiss to Trowa's tip. As the taller boy cried out, teased and desperate for more, Wufei only just obliged with another kiss, nothing more.

"He's beautiful," Quatre whispered, coming up beside him. "Isn't he?"

For a moment, Wufei felt that they were two worshippers beneath an altar, paying respect to a deity.

"He's perfect." He put one hand on Trowa's leg and coasted up to his thigh. The rough wood made a wonderful contrast to the soft skin, and he lingered there, only slightly aware of Trowa's groans and that he was making this so wonderfully evil for him. "He...he can't move, but he's still moving..."

"The word's writhing," Quatre said. "You know, he can't come down if you don't untie him. You could keep him like this forever, and he can't do anything about it."

Wufei swallowed once. Why was he breathing faster? He wasn't the helpless one.

"You could add more rope to ease the weight. You could gag him so he couldn't scream for help. You could blindfold him and keep him in suspense." Quatre lowered his voice. "You could whip him and he can't stop you."

The blonde noticed that Wufei was starting to tremble. He smiled and whispered in his ear, "you could make him beg and cry and he would love you all the more."

With a gasp, Wufei turned and put his arms around Quatre, pressing his face against his throat. His master's fingers through his hair were a relief, and the tension eased away as he gave up control. Behind him, Quatre smiled up at Trowa, who spared a brief smile before wincing again. At least Quatre was enjoying this so much, but the crucifix was always hard to take.

"You ready to go up?" Quatre whispered.

Better the helplessness than that heady rush of power, he thought. Wufei nodded wordlessly. He'd never thought being tied would actually be a relief. After one last hug, he turned and climbed the second crucifix, turning carefully and putting his arms out. It took Quatre longer to bind him, especially since he made sure that Wufei was fully stretched out. He could hardly move his arms when Quatre climbed back down. Now, as his master drew his right leg out and tied it to its own beam, he understood why Trowa winced so much. The triangle was rough, and while it wasn't sharp, it was definitely an edge that seemed to drive up like an axe, trying to split him. He shut his eyes tight. As his other leg was bound, his wrists and ankles took some of his weight but the triangle took most of it. He tried to move and only found himself squirming, writhing he remembered and almost smiled, on the wood. Several deep breaths later he found a kind of balance, somehow losing the discomfort as he focused on the rope and the sounds of his similarly bound lover beside him. He opened his eyes and found Quatre sitting crosslegged on a blanket, watching both of them.

"Comfy?" Quatre asked, and laughed as Wufei groaned. "You'll be able to talk again when you get a little more used to it."

"'Wouldn't bet on it," Trowa said, using his arms to help hold his weight. "This isn't easy."

"No, but you look beautiful up there. Both of you. You were right, Wufei, you do kind of look like demigods."

Wufei frowned. Had he said that out loud? He couldn't remember clearly.

"It isn't so farfetched," Quatre said. "Not when you consider old religions. I mean the old, old ones. A god could be like a demon or spirit someone caught and revered. Well, I've certainly caught you two, and I do revere you." He smiled and rested his head in his hands. "I could paint symbols on your bodies and bring you offerings, maybe some fruits and gold. Leave it at your feet like a sacrifice. Or burn incense beneath you."

Wufei started to wish he hadn't said anything. It was hard enough dealing with his position without Quatre's voice distracting him. And he was certain Quatre knew it.

"The oracle at Delphi used to go into fits breathing vapors. I could bring you worshippers, and when we burned incensed and listened to you try to breathe, I'd decipher them and tell them what you'd said. And they'd leave more offerings and gifts so you'd never leave us."

"I think I'd hate to be a god," Wufei managed to bite out.

"You might be surprised how many devotees you'd get."

Quatre fell silent after that. Wufei wasn't sure how long, time seemed to blur together even more than before in the garden. Hanging upside down from the tree was simple compared to the strain on his muscles now. And Quatre had said he'd been taking them home later on...he wasn't sure if he was upset that it would be awhile before he'd be untied or happy because there was no way he could pull them now. But then it should be mostly downhill...already his legs were throbbing. He looked up again and found that the shadows had moved a few inches, and that Quatre had disappeared. Had it been only a few minutes or a few hours?

"Quatre...?"

"He left," Trowa said, "went for a walk. Said...said he'd be back in awhile."

"But...that's not fair."

Trowa laughed around his panting. "Go bring him back then."

Wufei started to move, then remembered why he was stuck there. He tried to jerk his hands free, tried to bring his legs up. He pulled as hard as he could, but only managed to drive himself down worse. Groaning, he relaxed, and his body seemed to slump. Just as helpless as Trowa. The thought made him hard again. No, harder, he realized.

"This is torture," he whispered.

"Do you like it?" Trowa asked.

Wufei considered, then laughed once. "I think I do."

"Why?"

"I..." Now there was a good question. Tied up, in agony, naked and exposed to the elements, with no one nearby who could help...why on earth would he like it? "He'll come back. I like being helpless for him. And you."

Trowa smiled. "Yeah, I think that's it."

*

Coming off of the crucifix was harder than going on. At first Wufei wondered why Quatre unbound Trowa first, starting at the legs and moving up until he could help the taller boy down. Then he saw Trowa crumple to the ground, held up only by Quatre's hands. Quatre rubbed his entire body down, easing his overworked muscles and the bruises where the ropes had been.

Leaving Trowa on the blanket, Quatre then began to untie Wufei. As each leg came free, Wufei thought he would be able to stand only to discover that his legs barely worked. It took all his concentration to keep himself upright while Quatre loosened his arms. His body, finally able to move again, only became limp, and he fell into Quatre's arms. The world swung wildly around him until he was staring at the sky, and he realized he was on his back lying next to Trowa. Quatre's hands went to work, bringing his legs back to life first, then moving up his sides and massaging his arms. Quatre then maneuvered him into Trowa's arms so the two could hold each other. Wufei instinctively edged closer to his lover's warmth, and he lay his head on Trowa's shoulder. Someone's hand stroked his hair and face, and he glanced back at Quatre, who smiled and kissed him.

"You okay?"

Not up to talking yet, Wufei nodded once.

"I'll let you have an hour or so to recover. Then we go back home." Quatre grinned when his slave groaned. "You'll see. You'll like it when we get back."

"Not looking forward..." Wufei panted, "to pulling you two."

"Better off than I am," Trowa said. "You're...in a little better shape..."

Wufei tilted his head up to see Trowa's face. Slightly on his side, Trowa held onto Wufei mostly because gravity kept his arm in place. His hands were limp, his eyes half-closed, and if he wasn't breathing hard, he was still breathing deep. Wufei reached his hand to Trowa's face, touching his cheek, and smiled.

"Then I'll take you home," he whispered.

"Not just yet," Quatre said. "I'm not forcing you out now, you'd fall flat on your face. There'll be time to rest and sleep when you get home, but for now, just get your strength back."

"Sleep?" Wufei repeated.

"Mm-hmm. You haven't seen the entire mansion yet. I think you'll like the next room." He stroked Wufei's hair, brushing it clear from his face and running his fingers over his eyelids. "You were beautiful on the cross. I watched you struggle for hours."

"Like worshipping gods?" Wufei laughed.

"Truthfully? You both looked more like sacrifices. Unwilling offerings, maybe, to a lustful deity."

"Deity? No..." Wufei sighed as Quatre spooned up behind him, pressing his clothed body against his slave's naked one. "Lustful, definitely."

"I admit it, it's true." Quatre stretched his arm over both of them, holding them tight. The sunlight coming through the leaves was warm enough to make them sleepy, but not hot enough to burn. "I love this. You're too tired to move away, too exhausted to twist out of my reach. It's perfect." He leaned closer and whispered, "I'm going to enjoy hitching you up again. You're a wonderful pony."

Wufei smiled but he didn't say anything. Several minutes passed, and Quatre watched his eyes narrow, not in drowsiness but thought. "What are you thinking about?"

"What you're going to do next. The garden, pulling your cart, this...I never could have imagined it. I'm a little nervous thinking about what you'll do for the evening, or tomorrow."

"Tonight you get my royal treatment," Quatre said, offering no more clues. "But tomorrow...I'm going to keep you in strict bondage the entire day. Throughout the house. You'll be furniture, you'll be an ornament, you'll be tied in tough positions for long periods of time."

"Will it hurt?" he whispered.

Quatre leaned over him and put his hands on Wufei's face, looking deep into his eyes. "I will never hurt you. I know you don't believe it just yet, but you will. And you'll like it tomorrow, I promise."

Wufei raised his hand to touch Quatre's face. It was a struggle, his arm was still burning like he'd exercised it too much, but his blonde's face was cool to the touch and soft. "I trust you."

Quatre took hold of Wufei's arm, helping him keep it up.

"And will Trowa be bound with me?"

Trowa groaned through his laughter. "Only if I lose another bet to him."

*

Too soon, Wufei thought as Quatre put him in sneakers and hitched him to the cart. Although he knew he could pull them home, that didn't mean he really wanted to. He watched Quatre help Trowa into the cart and lean him back in his seat, climbing beside him and holding him close.

"Okay, pony," Quatre said, "the sooner we get home, the sooner you can rest."

With a whimper and a nod, Wufei started walking. After a few seconds he walked a little faster, but it was nothing like the trot Trowa had brought them out with, or the running he'd done before. He expected a lash to tell him to hurry up, but Quatre seemed content with the easy trip back and let him go at his own pace.

He had to slow down several times anyway, as the path was little more than a dirt trail through the woods. As he went, feeling rushed back into his legs, almost too much. By the time they came out of the trees and back into the fields, the landscape had become a blur. At last he came to the road and the flat, even pavement. He was already out of breath even though Quatre had not put his corset on. All he wore were his sneakers, the cuffs chaining him to the cart, and the big gag between his teeth, and that was soft so he could breathe easily. Quatre's hold on the reins was gentle.

Even so, by the time they came to the house, his sides were heaving and he began to feel a real sympathy with draft horses. He stood still, getting his breath back, not watching as Quatre helped Trowa out of the cart and into the house. Wufei was a little surprised that he didn't feel worried. He knew Quatre would come back. When had it happened? From afraid to be kissed to being bound naked on the doorstep, calmly waiting.

His cuffs were being unlocked before he noticed Quatre had come back. When the bridle was unstrapped, he leaned against his master and sighed as the blonde picked him up, cradling him. The walls and furniture passed by in a blur, and he closed his eyes. He didn't care where he went as long as his lover carried him. He didn't look up even when he heard running water, or when he was set on a cool tile floor, or when he found Trowa's arms holding him. Warm water pooled a few inches around them, and then Quatre was splashing them both, slowly washing the sweat and dust from their bodies.

"What do you think?" Quatre whispered. "Green apple, kiwi, strawberry..."

"Jasmine?" Trowa asked.

Wufei had no idea what they were talking about until the scent of jasmine flowers filled the room and Quatre's hands worked the sweet shampoo through his hair. The soaps must have been scented as well, and Wufei wondered why the blonde wanted his slaves so heavily perfumed. After the rinse, the jasmine lingered.

Trowa must have regained his strength, at least a little since he helped dry him. He picked him up and carried him out again.

Bliss. This time he was set on a bed, soft and cool and drenched with pillows. He was asleep before anyone else joined him.

*

He was not alone when he woke up. That in itself was nice. After lying awake for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of one of his lovers, he opened his eyes. Trowa was watching him.

"Good afternoon," Trowa said. "You slept quite a bit."

"Did I?" He stretched and sat up, groaning as he moved sore muscles. "Where are we?"

"A bedroom." Trowa smiled drowsily and shifted onto his back. "One of his favorites."

The room was small, maybe only ten feet each way, and dominated by the gigantic bed. There were no windows, only rose walls and rose draperies and a few flickering candles in the corners. The smell of jasmine hung in the air. He spotted bowls of white petals around the room and on the bed. A glance between the sheets showed him even more petals.

He looked for a door and figured it was behind the heaviest draperies. When he stood up, though, he was distracted by jangling jewelry. There were silver bangles on his wrists and ankles, a choker around his throat.

"I take it Quatre has a harem fetish," he said.

Trowa nodded once.

Ignoring how his legs wobbled, Wufei climbed off the end of the bed, at the door in only two steps. When he pulled the draperies back, he did indeed find a door, one made of thin metal bars and fancy iron swirls and twists. He grabbed them and pushed once, then pulled. Obviously the door was locked. Outside was a long hallway that he didn't recognize, one he hadn't been down since joining Quatre and Trowa. The hallway was dark and turned right several meters ahead, leaving them all alone in a tiny locked room.

"A cage," he said softly, leaning against the bars. "He's locked us in a cage."

"But it's a pretty cage," Trowa said. "For a pretty bird."

"Two pretty birds." He looked back down the hall. "How long have we been here?"

"A few hours? I don't know, I fell asleep as soon as you did. It could be nighttime and we wouldn't know."

"But...what if we have to use the bathroom?"

Trowa pointed to the left of the bed. "There's one back there, the one Quatre took us in when we got back. But if you use it, you have to bathe again before you come back."

"Mm."

"Oh, wait, I forgot." Trowa reached under a pillow and pulled something out. "He said I was to put this on you as soon as you woke up."

Intrigued by the strange device, Wufei climbed back into bed and looked at it. It was nothing more than several rings in a line on a leather tie, with one larger ring in the back. "What is it?"

"It's called the Gates of Hell," Trowa said. He pushed Wufei flat on his back and positioned himself between his legs. "You'll see why."

Before Wufei could respond, Trowa's nimble fingers slid the rings down his flaccid shaft, pushing the largest one behind his balls to hold it in place. The rest of the rings fit about half a inch apart, and now Wufei felt the tiny little spikes embedded inside each ring. With the last one snug against his skin, there was a click and then Trowa leaned back. Wufei sat up. There was a small, metal padlock securing it. He looked over at Trowa and found the taller boy also wearing gates.

"What is it for?" he asked.

A wicked grin spread across Trowa's face and he leaned forward to tug on one of his nipples. "It's easier to show you than explain it." His other hand covered Wufei's mouth and two fingers slipped between his lips and teeth, thrusting once.

The response was automatic. Wufei moaned as he started to go hard...and then his eyes widened and he pulled back, whimpering as he tried to calm himself. The tiny spikes combined with the rigid rings formed a cruel, constrictive device. Gates of Hell indeed.

"I thought..." he groaned, imagining cold water hitting his face, "...cock rings were supposed..."

"To keep you hard?" Trowa said in a strained voice, forcing back his own, less intense, reaction to seeing Wufei's distress. "Nope. These make sure harem slaves don't have any fun until the master comes."

"Literally, I take it." Wufei got himself under control and glared at him. "You could have just said so."

"Not as enjoyable." Trowa lay back down again, breathing deep. "You might enjoy it later. We may have a long time to wait."

And he would get bored quickly, Wufei knew. "Do we have anything to do while we wait?"

"Nothing."

"But...he expects us to wait and do nothing?"

Trowa stared at him for a minute, then shook his head. "You don't know much about harems, do you?"

"I never had to before."

That brought a smile. Trowa touched Wufei's face, brushing his knuckles against his cheek. "A harem wasn't like in the stories, 'Fei. It housed the lord's slaves, male or female, sometimes both, and the richest ones sometimes had a hundred slaves. Can you guess what that means?"

"The lords were insatiable?"

"No, not...well, okay, probably. But not just that. A hundred slaves, Wu, how many times do you think they would get any release?"

"Mm...once a month?"

"Once a year." He chuckled at Wufei's wide eyes. "Think, the lord is only human. One slave per night, and maybe he had favorites. Once a year is pretty optimistic."

"Couldn't the slaves simply take care of themselves?"

"Like us?" Trowa asked, motioning at their gates. "They didn't even let them have whole cucumbers. They were sliced up so they couldn't do anything."

"Why?"

"So they were eager for any time with the lord." He tugged at Wufei's arm until the other boy lay down beside him, and he ran his fingers through his black hair, holding him close. "A few hours isn't so bad to wait, is it? I know he'll come and take care of us. He always takes care of us."

"He likes being master, in any case."

"It's only a game." He brought one of the sheets over Wufei, covering him to his waist. "Besides, he's giving you a break, time to rest before tonight. And tomorrow."

"Oh...I'd forgotten about that." He shivered and cuddled closer against Trowa. "Tied up all day? And what did he mean by tough positions? Did he mean like today?"

"Not quite. Tomorrow won't be like the cross. It'll be like the first day, when you were tied up over the bed." He kissed his lover's forehead. "You'll see, it'll be all right."

"If you say so." Wufei sighed and glanced around the room again. "I wish he'd left us something to eat."

"He did, kind of."

Relinquishing his grip on him, Trowa sat up and reached under the bed, pulling out a wooden box. He noticed Wufei's raised eyebrow and smiled. "It's really a cooler, it's just camouflaged to fit the room." He opened it up and let his lover look inside. "You sure you want something out of here?"

Stifling a laugh, Wufei reached in and drew out a long popsicle...shaped like something different but that he also often sucked on. "Not very subtle, is he?" He licked the slit tip of the icy head and smiled. "Strawberry."

"There are some water bottles, too." He took one out and put his lips to the plastic head, as if he were kissing it, and squeezed gently. Cool water squirted into his mouth and he swallowed. "He molded them after himself."

"Really?" Wufei licked his shaft a few more times, then neatly bit off the tip. "I'm glad he's a little more durable."

Smiling, Trowa shook his head. "I'm not letting your mouth near me for the rest of the week."

"Oh, I swear I'll be good." His smile faded and he stared into his lover's eyes. "I have been good, haven't I?"

"Yes, very much so. And you like to talk when you're tied up. I think Quatre likes that best of all."

Bit by bit, Wufei continued to bite his popsicle down. "He does? I thought he didn't."

"He's just used to me being quiet."

"You're not quiet. You made all those strange noises today and--"

Trowa's hand clamped down on Wufei's mouth, silencing him. For a moment Wufei didn't know why, but then he saw how the other boy fought to control his breathing. Obviously his gates were just as tight. Such an insidious torture device, that gave the victim the illusion of control. He had to look away from Trowa, his lover's torment fueling his own pain.

"I don't get it," he said, curling on his side. "Why do this to us when he can't even see it?"

"Because it's erotic."

"How? He's not even here, we can't do anything."

With a satisfied smile, much like the cats he loved, Trowa leaned back and closed his eyes. "Think about it. He's got two harem slaves locked in a cage, unable to do anything but wait on his pleasure. And they can't do anything to satisfy themselves." He stretched his arm out and ran his fingers along Wufei's rings, making him shy away, "He's the only one who can give us any relief. Now, when you're the master, do you think you'll put Quatre in here with me, waiting for our cruel, sweet master?"

Cold water, cold water, cold water. Wufei shuddered and buried his face in a pillow. Cold water wasn't helping. As he lay still, trying not to thrust against the bed, Trowa crept over him, pinning him to the bed and plying tiny kisses over his shoulders.

Wufei gasped and tried to turn over. Instead his wrists were caught and pushed down. "What are you--?"

"Maybe this morning wasn't clear," Trowa whispered. "I don't like pain, but these gates aren't really painful. It's like fire that can't go anywhere, so it turns inward." He left another line of kisses an inch lower.

"Starting without me?"

Trowa glanced over his shoulder at the door. Quatre stood there, leaning against the bars, smiling. He unlocked the latch with a heavy key, then came in and closed the door. The lock clicked shut again. The key went back around his neck, safely out of their reach.

"You made us wait for so long," Trowa said. Wufei struggled again and was pushed back down.

"Well, your master is here now." Quatre shed his pants and shirt as he climbed onto the bed. "And as much as I'd like to watch you torment Wufei, I'd rather have both of you attending to me."

Trowa released Wufei, and they both parted as Quatre crawled between them and lay down, arms stretched out comfortably, one let bent. Trowa started first, kissing his master's hand and fingertips.

Working for another's pleasure, that was familiar to Wufei, and this looked like the pace would be slower, more deliberate. He stretched out beside Quatre, pressing his body against his side, and pressing little kisses to his shoulder and throat.

For his part, Quatre lay still, letting them do all the work. They moved independent of each other but in a kind of unison, building on Quatre's senses. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Immediately one of them kissed and nipped at his throat. Quatre smiled. Wufei, he could tell, he had such a love of biting. Fingers ran through his hair, touched his cheeks, stroked his eyelids. Trowa worked down his arm, paying attention to his chest and stomach. His hand played lightly across the pale skin while he bent his head to Quatre's body, touching his lips to one nipple, kissing it several times before gently taking it between his teeth and tugging.

Wufei moved to join him, doing the same as he drifted down Quatre's side, nuzzling his skin. A hand slipped behind his head and forced him to look up. Quatre held him and Trowa in place, both meeting their master's eyes.

"Blindfolds," he whispered.

Trowa nodded and leaned over the bed, bringing up two rose colored bandanas. Quatre waved him close and took one bandana, folding it over several times before putting it over Trowa's eyes and tying it behind his head. Wufei watched as Trowa crept back to Quatre's side, relying on touch to find his way. For awhile he watched him lose his place, search blindly over the bed and pale arm, and center again only because Quatre guided him back to his side.

"Wufei."

Obediently he received his own blindfold, flinching as it was tied tight. It didn't hurt but it frightened him. Already he was lost. His master put his hands on his face and stole a kiss. As he released him again, he fondled Wufei's chest, then put his hand on his side and squeezed.

Wufei gasped and shuddered. How could such a little touch draw so much out of him? The blindfold left him close to helpless, though it never occurred to him to take it off, but it wasn't just the blindfold. Had just a few hours, even just a few minutes, of being unable to be aroused turned him into such a wanton, brought to life by a touch? The gates seemed to constrict around him, making him cry out. Quatre put his hand on Wufei's gates and tapped them, laughing as his lover groaned and crumpled on his side.

No mercy. Quatre turned and began doing to Wufei what he'd been doing moments before. Trowa was led by the hand between Wufei's legs and set to playing with him, pinching and kissing and teasing. Wufei cried out and sat up, trying to find him to push him away. Instead Quatre moved behind him and grabbed his arms. Wufei found himself pinned against Quatre's body, his arms trapped against his sides. The burning between his legs grew unbearable and still they tormented him, laughing at his distress, although Trowa's laughter seemed as broken as his own breath. In the intense sensations, both pleasurable and agonizing, Wufei started to sob. Tears soaked his blindfold and trickled down his cheeks. One of them wiped his tears away.

"You like this?"

Wufei struggled to form words, but finally gave up and only nodded. He was kissed for his effort. His hands were drawn over his head and bound, not with rope but with thick cloth. He offered no resistance. Now Quatre was free to tease his upper body and face, filling his mouth with his fingers. Below, Trowa pushed Wufei's legs wide, licking what he could between the metal rings while stroking his thighs. The sensations made Wufei's head swim. He wanted to come but he couldn't . Quatre nipped at his cheek, pinched his nipples hard enough to make him whimper.

"You like the torture?"

He nodded.

"You want it to keep going?"

He nodded.

"You want to come?"

He hesitated, then shook his head. Better to let it drag on forever.

"My beautiful, perfect slave. Back on your knees, then. Serve me." He was pushed forward, hands on his shoulders turned him around and positioned him so that his rear end was raised, his hands still bound securely in front of him so he could hold himself up.

The agony died down to a dull throb. A velvet hardness pushed against his lips and he deliberately took his time, first kissing the length down and envying his lack of binding metal rings, then mouthing the soft globes there. Another mouth joined his, tending any spaces he missed. He heard Quatre moan and felt his soft fingers grasp the back of his head, forcing him to slow down even further.

"Take your time," the blonde whispered. "I want it slow. Just right."

They obeyed. Inch by inch, a kiss here, a tiny lick there. Trowa could use his fingers to cover what his mouth could not. Wufei nuzzled his base, his cheek grazing the shaft. Often he and Trowa got in each other's way, brushing against each other. Wufei sat up slightly and began at the tip, kissing worshipfully at first before tracing little circles with his tongue. He went down just enough to catch the head in his mouth and suck lightly.

Trowa nudged him aside, forcing him to share. Together they focused on the head first, trying to kiss and lick but blinded as they were, they often wound up kissing themselves, licking a cheek. Quatre watched them, eyes half-closed as they worked, blindly slaving away for his pleasure while suffering themselves. Both of them were trembling, made a little clumsy by their desire, but so obedient, even Wufei now. Quatre smiled in satisfaction. Two sweet slaves--he cried out as he came.

Half a minute later, still catching his breath but able to look around again, he watched as Trowa finished cleaning off Wufei's lips with his bandana. He hadn't removed Wufei's bandana, though, and Wufei was in no position to remove it himself, tied as he was.

"Lay down, Trowa," Quatre said. "Your turn."

Trowa flopped beside his master, laying still as the blonde took out a tiny key and unlocked his gates, sliding them off as easily as he could. The relief alone nearly made him come but he managed to hold himself back, waiting for Quatre to guide Wufei between his long legs. He couldn't take his eyes off of him, his lover bound and kneeling in front of him, lips just brushing his skin. He didn't last long, coming silently but shaking with the effort.

Wufei couldn't see Quatre's hands, only felt them yank him along the bed, pushing him on his back. He guessed his hands wouldn't be unbound for awhile yet as they were pushed above his head. Instead his legs were spread wide and hands fumbled at his gates. A tiny click, and then the rings finally came off.

This time there was no teasing, no light touches, only a deep reward as one of them, Quatre he guessed, swallowed him entirely, bumping the back of his throat. Wufei held himself in as long as he could, relishing the hot rush and long strokes, but Quatre was far more practiced than he was, and brought him along at a fevered pace, finishing him off with a final stroke at his tip.

Trowa was out, he could hear his deep, even breathing, but Quatre crawled back up next to him and pulled him close. He ran one hand down Wufei's arms, examining the strip of cloth tying his hands. Not too tight, but still enough to hold him in place.

"Ever sleep tied up?" he asked.

"Once," Wufei whispered, "in an Oz holding cell."

"I think you'll like this better. It shouldn't cut off your circulation. If you wake up and it hurts, though, tell me and I'll take it off." He leaned forward and stole another kiss. "And I think we'll leave your blindfold on."
"Your slave even when you're asleep?"

"'Fei, if I could chain you both to me, I would." He nestled his head on Wufei's shoulder, reaching over him to grasp Trowa's hand. "Now get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow."

The thought filled Wufei with a feeling much like his previous lovemaking, a sense of pleasure and dread.

TBC...