Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Losing the Bet ❯ Shibari ( Chapter 5 )

Part 5

(This chapter includes strappado and shibari. And yes, some couples do play a little wrestling game beforehand to see who gets to be dominant.)

As he'd expected, Wufei woke again with his lovers tying him. On his stomach, he lay still, allowing them to bring his wrists together behind him and take long minutes to wrap them in rope, securing them with several knots. One of them brought his legs together and bound his ankles, and the other (Quatre, he could tell by the weight) straddled his waist and tied another length of rope just above his knees so that he couldn't move at all.

Quatre turned around, still straddling Wufei, and wound rope around his arms, pinning them together. Though his blindfold was removed, Wufei closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lover's hands over him, holding his shoulders a little higher to slide the rope under him, smoothing his hair back to lay a quick tickling kiss at the back of his neck before tightening the ropes and tying it all off with a hard knot.

"Can you move?" Quatre whispered.

Wufei gave a token struggle, already knowing he could hardly squirm. "No," he said, taking a deep breath. "I'm yours."

That had the effect he expected. Quatre sighed happily and lay on top of him, holding him close. Wufei smiled, even though his lover's weight pushed against his ropes. Maybe if he held still and let Quatre play, the blonde would forget about tying him up for the whole day, or maybe have a little more fun and take some time away from the positioning around the house.

No such luck. Quatre sat up and scooted off the bed, tugging Wufei towards the edge. Trowa picked him up and slung him over his shoulder, one hand firmly clamped onto his ass with fingers wickedly trailing on his skin.

"Trowa..." he grumbled, wiggling to no avail. "Cut that out!"

"Make me," Trowa said, his other arm coming around to hold his legs so his hand could roam farther. Wufei squeaked as he was pinched.

"Where first?" Trowa asked.

"Front balcony, I think," Quatre said. "I'll start him off with an easy strappado."

Wufei tried to crane his neck to look over his shoulder but all he saw was the wall going by. "Wait a minute. Strappado? Isn't that torture?"

At first he didn't get an answer, but then Quatre came around and walked behind Trowa, putting one hand under Wufei's chin to force him to look up. "It was. Tie someone's hands behind their back and then winch their arms up. Pretty nasty, too, used to tear people's arms out of their sockets."

"Quatre..."

"It's all right, 'Fei. We just bring your arms up high enough to hold you still, that's all. Trowa's done it plenty of times, right?"

"Mm-hmm." Trowa gave Wufei's rear a comforting pat. "It's okay. It won't hurt. Your arms might get sore, that's all."

They reached the front hall. Spacious with a high ceiling, the room's staircase led to a second story overhang with a banister. Quatre went up the stairs while Trowa set Wufei on his feet, holding him steady as he wobbled.

A few seconds later a long white rope spilled down, the end dropping on Wufei's shoulder. Trowa took it and looped the end around the ropes binding Wufei's wrists, pulling most of it through until it stopped. He glanced up and found that the other end was tied to the railing. He then tossed the end back up to Quatre who caught it and looped it over the railing again, dropping it back down to Trowa who repeated the process.

After a few minutes, all of the rope was threaded between Wufei's wrists and the railing above. Slowly, with smooth motions, Quatre pulled all the slack out and forced his lover's arms up. Wufei had to lean forward more and more as his arms were drawn up, until finally he was bent over halfway with his arms nearly straight up. He yelped as Trowa gave his ass a good smack, swaying with the impact.

Quatre came back down the stairs, still with an armful of rope. He looked over Wufei, nodding to himself that his slave could hardly raise his head, much less escape. Then he looked at Trowa.

Shaking his hair out of his eyes, Wufei struggled to watch his two lovers. Something was happening, but he wasn't sure what. They were both staring at each other, a little smile appearing on both of their faces, but not good smiles. He would've been nervous if they'd been looking at him. For a moment, none of them moved.

Then Trowa and Quatre lunged at each other, the rope dropped between them as they both grabbed each other's hands and tried to force them behind the other's back. Wufei stared with wide eyes.

"What on earth...?" he whispered.

"Just...part of a game," Trowa said, using his height to force Quatre backwards. "Winner gets to be on top."

"Exactly," Quatre grunted, using his smaller size to throw Trowa over his hip onto the carpet. "I usually win."

But as he grabbed the rope and knelt next to Trowa, the taller boy grabbed his shoulders and yanked him on top of his own body. Then it was easy to seize Quatre's wrists and push them together behind his back. Since the blonde hadn't let go of the rope, it was still there, conveniently in reach. As much as Quatre wriggled and squealed, Trowa bound his hands together easily and then pushed him off on his back.

"Not today," Trowa said, a satisfied smile on his face as he looked at Wufei. "Looks like you have a different partner for today's bondage."

"I thought he was always the master," Wufei said.

"The best masters are always slaves once in awhile," Trowa shrugged, taking a moment to work on the tie. Once Quatre was better secured, he picked him up by his shoulders and walked him beside Wufei.

"You're going to suffer for this," Quatre said, squirming even as he was manhandled. "Flogging, hot wax, bamboo. Or maybe I'll just tie you to the bed and do absolutely nothing."

"That would be torture," Trowa said. He picked up the loose end of the rope and threw it up to the balcony where it caught on the banister. "What if I make this really fun for you?"

"Won't be easy."

"I'll try." He gave Quatre's rear end a firm slap and then ran up the stairs.

Wufei wondered why Trowa was running until he saw Quatre take off in the other direction, the red handprint on his butt bobbing cutely down the hall. A few seconds later he stopped, jerked to a halt as the rope went taut. With a groan, he let himself be pulled back, returning to Wufei's side. His arms were drawn up just as high and he bent forward, coming face to face with Wufei. And he smiled.

Wufei whimpered and shied away the few inches that his rope would let him. Even tied up, Quatre was still a master. The blonde crept closer and stole a kiss, then started nipping at his lips. When Wufei's hair got in the way, he nudged it aside and used it as an excuse to start nuzzling his cheek. Wufei groaned and tried to turn aside, but he couldn't move. "Quatre, that tickles..."

"That's enough," Trowa said as he came back down. Instead of rope, he carried two belts, one of them rather long. For a horrible moment Wufei thought Trowa was going to give them both a harsh spanking. Instead Trowa knelt next to Quatre and put the first belt around his legs, just above his knees, and cinched it tight. When he buckled it, Quatre's legs were firmly stuck together.

"What's the second one for?" Quatre asked.

"You'll see." Trowa stood and turned his blonde around, then did the same to Wufei so they were facing opposite directions. He swung the belt around Wufei first, catching his hips. Then he pulled him gently backwards until he could get the rest of it around Quatre's hips. He slipped the loose end into the buckle and tightened it.

Wufei gasped lightly as his butt was pressed against Quatre's. The slightest movement sent little shockwaves through his body, and judging from Quatre's similar gasp, it was doing the same to him. There was no way to get apart, no way to move that wouldn't make him writhe against his lover. He wondered how ridiculous they must look and how something so ridiculous could feel so good.

"Now you two stay put," Trowa said, patting their heads, and headed down the hall. Wufei watched him until he turned a corner and disappeared.

"He's just going to leave us like this?"

"Is it so bad?" Quatre asked, wiggling. He laughed when he heard Wufei gasp and felt him shudder. "You're so sensitive..."

"How long...?" Wufei murmured, trying to adjust the position of his hands and arms.

"Probably not long." Quatre sighed and lowered his head. "If I know him, he's gone to get a camera."

"Camera!" Wufei cried. He struggled to glance over his shoulder, but he couldn't. "He wouldn't...not like this!"

Quatre couldn't help grinning. "You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"Well, I guess if you don't like the idea of being photographed, you won't like knowing I video taped your crucifixion and when you were locked up with Trowa."

Wufei froze. "You...taped those?"

"Uh-huh. I added those to the collection. Trowa and I have several...but that was your first one."

For a moment Wufei considered. He had no problem with his lovers watching him, but... "No one will ever see those, right?"

"Just us," Quatre said quickly. "You don't mind, do you? If...if you want we could get rid of them..."

The soft voice told Wufei that would be a serious mistake, and besides, how hard was it to bear if one day his lovers wanted to watch an old 'home movie'? "It's all right," Wufei assured him. "It just surprised me, that's all."

Footsteps coming back towards them made him look up. Like Quatre suspected, Trowa had a camera in his hands. Without a word he walked around them, snapping pictures from all angles, getting close-ups of their bound hands, the belts, their hair across their faces. After a moment he sat down across from them, framing both of them in profile.

"Look up," he ordered.

They obeyed, and after Trowa told Quatre to raise his head a little higher, he snapped two more pictures and put down the camera. He slipped his fingers into the belts, making sure he could get at least two between the leather and skin, then did the same for the ropes. "Well, you two look like you're good for a little while. I'll come check back on you in an hour, okay?"

"A whole hour?" Wufei asked.

Trowa came around and knelt down in front of him, putting one hand under his chin to make him look up, using his other hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. "Maybe forty-five minutes," he whispered, kissing him. "But you're going to be here for awhile. You'll be okay. I'll come check on you every now and then."

Not waiting for an answer, he stood and cross over to Quatre, kissing him before heading upstairs. Out of sight, they heard a door click shut and the muffled sound of a television.

"He's probably watching your tape right now," Quatre mumbled.

Wufei didn't answer. Without a clock, he had no way of telling how fast time was passing. Already his shoulders were starting to burn. He shifted the strain to a different set of muscles, relaxing the tired ones but working on ones that hadn't had to work in awhile. There was no way to get comfortable. Behind him, he could feel Quatre having the same problem, and their combined writhing only made them less comfortable. He wondered how much time had gone by and wished Trowa would come out, even just to look at them. Wufei blushed as he thought about Trowa staring at them like erotic statues, then blushed harder when the thought made him turn hard. Fighting gravity, his erect tip just barley touched his stomach and he bent, trying to give himself some kind of friction. Behind him, Quatre smiled.

"I wish I could help you with that," he whispered.
"What?" Wufei suddenly stopped.

"Mm, don't stop. I can tell from the way you're moving. I've got the same problem over here." Quatre wiggled as well, but he wasn't able to fight gravity so well and couldn't get any touch. "I wish he'd tied us so at least one of us got some relief."

"Me on my knees, I'm sure," Wufei groaned.

"I'd go down on my knees for you willingly," Quatre said. "I wouldn't mind. You'd probably be on your back with your legs spread, and I'd be between your thighs. Knowing Trowa, I'd be hogtied. I'd try to hold my head up as long as possible to tease you, but then I'd get so tired that I'd have to lower my head. I'd open my mouth as I went down and swallow you as far as I could."

Not trying to hold his own head up, Wufei couldn't help but imagine Quatre's mouth around him. He ached even more.

"My neck would get so tired I'd have to rest my head in your lap, your cock pushing against the back of my throat. Could you handle me staying still, or would you buck and try to make me move?" Wufei's only answer was a strained groan and he smiled. "You'd do it, wouldn't you? Take advantage of me, use me when I couldn't stop you. You're more of a dom than we thought."

Wufei shut his eyes tight. Without any way to help himself, Quatre's dirty talk was just one more torture tool. He didn't understand how his blonde lover did it without torturing himself. For long minutes, Quatre described all the things Wufei could do to him in graphic detail, along with a few things he didn't recognize and would've asked for an explanation of if he'd been able to form words. He settled for breathing hard and trying not to put much weight on his arms.

A large burlap bag dropped onto the ground beside him. "Well, you two seem to be having fun."

Wufei looked up and found his face an inch away from the zipper on Trowa's jeans. One hand immediately snaked through his hair, getting a good grip and holding him up, while the other undid the brass button and drew down the zipper. Knowing his lover couldn't wear boxers in jeans that tight, Wufei watched as Trowa freed his erection.

"Have to be careful with zippers," Trowa said, slowly taking himself in hand. He bumped against Wufei's lips, smirking as Wufei gave his tip a kiss. "Mind if I come in?"

"For a bite?" Wufei answered, then put his mouth around Trowa's tip before the other boy could respond. He didn't bother with his usual foreplay of tending first the head, then working down the shaft and attending to every inch of skin. Desperately wishing this would help his own need, he gulped down his lover like a starved man, licking with broad, hard strokes. Surprised by this assault, Trowa came quickly, grabbing Wufei's arms to steady himself.

Gasping, he stepped back and stared at Wufei, who tried to bend enough to get his own erection to touch his abdomen. He howled in disappointment as Trowa grabbed his shoulders and held him higher, giving himself enough room to undo the belt holding his slaves together.

"We definitely need to tie you up more often," Trowa said, stroking Wufei's arms and undoing the rope around his wrists. Without anything to hold him in place, Wufei stumbled against Trowa, held up only by the taller boy's arms and a weak effort in his legs. The friction between their bodies brought him over as fast as he'd done to Trowa, and he gasped in relief. He didn't even mind when he heard Trowa laughing at him, kissing his cheek and cupping one hand under his ass to help him stand.

Instead of letting him rest, though, Trowa steadied his slave until Wufei could stand on his own. Once he didn't have to worry about him falling over, he quickly redid his pants, then tied the dangling rope around Wufei's left wrist and pulled his arm up until it was stretched tight. With that tied off, he knelt and tapped Wufei's right leg, forcing it up until the ankle touched his right hand. Trowa bound Wufei's ankle and right wrist together, leaving him standing on one leg. From the burlap bag he'd brought, Trowa pulled out a long length of rope and tied it around Wufei's bent leg, then tied the long loose ends around his chest and shoulders right up his other arm, giving both arms a little relief. It still left him wobbly and he looked in horror as Trowa pulled the rope just a little tighter, stretching him up a few more inches.

Forced to his toes, Wufei watched him tie off the end, leaving him struggling to keep his balance. Like a cat with a mouse to bite, Trowa circled his lover, glancing over the knots first, then looking over his body. He pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket and cleaned up Wufei.

After that, though, Trowa let go and walked behind him, intent on Quatre. Wufei had to gingerly pivot on his toes, his ropes tugging on his wrists, hopping the last couple of inches until he could watch Trowa untie Quatre from his strappado but not undoing his wrists. Small wonder why when Quatre squirmed and wriggled in his hands, nearly breaking free. When he started falling forward, unable to move his legs freely, he cried out until Trowa caught him again. This time he let Trowa set him on the floor.

"Y'know, you'd have a lot more fun if you'd let me tie you up instead," Quatre said. "I know you prefer me doing the tying."

"That's true," Trowa said, "but you've been getting a little rough lately. You left us on those crosses for hours. You need to remember how hard these ties can be." He pulled his bag closer and dug around in it, pulling out a wooden bit gag. After a couple of taps on Quatre's lips, he waited for his blonde slave to obediently open his mouth. When Quatre refused, he gave one nipple a sharp pinch. As Quatre yelped, he slipped the bit between his teeth and pulled the straps around his head, buckling it tight enough to dig into his cheeks. "This'll go a lot easier for you if you just cooperate."

Quatre pouted and looked away, ignoring Trowa as he went to work. First he bent Quatre's left leg, tying the calf to the thigh. Then he turned Quatre over onto his stomach and untied his wrists only to fold his arms behind his back, binding his forearms together. Wufei watched as Trowa had to pull length after length of rope from his bag, tying them around his chest and shoulders to make a thick harness over his upper body.

Even more unusual, Trowa drew one rope from the knots on his back down between Quatre's legs, flipped him onto his back, spread his legs, and brought the rope up to the knots on his chest. He did this twice, and before he finished he added a bit of rope at the base of Quatre's cock, making sure it stood out before tying the ends to the crotch ropes.

He had to use both hands to pick Quatre up off the floor and steady him on one foot. The rope once used to keep his arms up was now looped around his harness and secured. The tie left Quatre bent forward and forced all of his weight on one leg. Trowa stepped back next to Wufei as they watched. For a few minutes, Quatre managed to stand and support himself, but as his leg grew more and more tired, he finally gave up and relaxed, letting the rope hold him up. That wasn't comfortable either. The ropes tightened around his chest and left him going in slow circles.

"For the next hour," Trowa whispered in Wufei's ear, "this will be his hell. If he stands up, it takes the pressure off the rope but it makes him tired. If he relaxes, the ropes dig into him and he spins in midair." He nuzzled his cheek and looked at him. "Which do you find more beautiful?"

"I..." Wufei watched Quatre spin, showing off every knot. The rope between his legs took a little weight off his arms, holding up his lower half without straining any muscles, but the rope must be cinched tight into him to do that. Quatre whimpered, trying to talk around the gag, but Wufei thought his eyes communicated so much more. Helpless, begging Trowa to untie him, revealing every bit of discomfort as the ropes held him. "I can't choose."

"Neither can I," Trowa said. He grabbed the rope around Wufei's waist and turned him around. "Now, let's deal with you. Think you can handle being blindfolded?"

A little hesitantly, Wufei nodded. Being blindfolded would steal his balance, but he could cheat a little and peek out under the edge. He smiled as Trowa stole a kiss first and held him close, the feel of his naked body against Trowa's clothes exhilarating. The contrast objectified him, turned him to a sex toy bound up solely for his lover's pleasure, and made his heart pound. Trowa's arm wound around his waist, yanking their hips together.

The rope pulled on his arm, drawing them up another inch and making him groan. Instead of releasing his grip, Trowa ground his hips against Wufei's. Even so soon, the rough denim brought a reaction up from his slave and Wufei lay his head on Trowa's shoulder, nuzzling his throat.

"Please," he begged, "don't tease me..."

"But you're perfect now," Trowa said, and ran his free hand up the back of his lover's thigh, along to the small of his back, up to his tied, aching shoulders, to come to rest on his head and play with his hair. "Your body, your mind, you're totally focused on what I do to you. Your torture makes you perfect." He fisted his hand in Wufei's hair, pulling his head back so that his mouth opened. Tiny noises escaped as he forced a kiss, his other hand squeezing his slave's ass hard enough to make him cry out and jump. Or jump as far as he could, wrapped as he was.

At last Trowa pulled back, kissing the corners of his mouth before stepping back and kneeling, rummaging through his bag. What he pulled out was not a blindfold but a roll of bandages. Wufei frowned and watched him unroll a few inches. Then Trowa put it around his head and began winding the soft cloth over his eyes, sealing them shut. Around his hair, over his eyes, behind his head, Wufei lost count of the times Trowa wound it around him, instead feeling his warm hands next to his face. It only took two or three wraps to leave him blind. Now Trowa was just wrapping to let him know who was in control, covering an inch below and above his eyes several times until the roll ran out and he tucked the end in.

"That's better," Trowa whispered. He stared at Wufei as he tried to balance himself again, then reached out and touched his chest. Wufei did his best not to move, he could tell, but the soft touch made him turn his head and smother a whimper. He stepped in close again, pressing himself against Wufei and holding him tight. The token struggle his lover gave felt nice. Feeling him give up and rest his head on his shoulder felt even better.

"Y'know," he whispered, holding him close, "usually I would've started whipping you by now." He felt Wufei freeze as his breath hitched. "No, not like that. Not like torture. We have little floggers, bundles of leather strips, and they hurt even less than the riding crop Quatre likes. You might even like it."

"My nervousness never stopped you before," Wufei said.

"Not right now," Trowa said. "Not when you're all but hanging by one hand. And Quatre hates it, so...we'll do it a little later. Tomorrow, maybe, when he's paying me back for today."

"You're not worried?" Wufei asked. "He acted so angry."

"Mm, I'm looking forward to it." He ran his hands down Wufei's sides, enjoying the feel of the nylon rope over soft skin. After checking the knots one more time to make sure they were tight, he gave him another kiss and let him go, watching him sway slightly before he knelt in front of Quatre.

Since the blonde was still spinning, he put his hands on Quatre's face and held him still. "You already know what you're going to do to me, don't you?"

Quatre nodded.

"It's going to be mean, isn't it?"

Quatre nodded.

"I'm going to be cruelly used all day?"

Quatre nodded, smiling around the gag.

Trowa let out a sigh and kissed his forehead. "I love you, too. I'll be back in awhile to change your ties. I think you'll both look nice tied to the lamppost out front. Then I'll bring you both in for lunch, and then maybe tie you to the oak in back." He ruffled Quatre's hair, ignoring the indignant squawk. "Try to save your strength. You've still quite a day ahead of you."

And with one last kiss for both of his lovers, he retrieved his camera and began taking photos, giving Quatre a small push to set him spinning. In a few minutes he'd finish and head to the kitchens to start lunch, but for now, he watched Quatre turn in the air and Wufei constaintly squirm to keep his balance.

TBC...