Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sugar & Whips ❯ Chapter 11

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Sugar and Whips

Part 11

“Give me your right arm.”

Zechs complied wordlessly. Trowa fastened a wide, leather cuff around his wrist and hooked it with a short chain to the bondage rack the blond was standing against. He repeated the procedure with Zechs' other arm before kneeling down to secure his ankles as well. “Spread your legs a little further,” he ordered.

The older man sighed inwardly but complied without argument. He was just grateful that the outfit he was allowed to wear today was a little more `modest' than yesterday's. He was still wearing the collar and chest piece of the training harness, but his lower body was clad in a pair of skintight leather pants; the same pair Quatre had dressed him in that night when he was `presented' to his master. The sides of the legs were held together with laces and the same cross lacing was used in the crotch area, not only for decorative purposes but also to allow quick access.

As usually the `dungeon' was only illuminated by the light several dozen candles, but aside from the scent of melting wax Zechs could smell something else, sweeter and heavier. “What's that smell?” he wanted to know.

“It's incense; just a little something to help you relax.”

Trowa rose to his feet and connected one last chain to a ring in the blond pet's collar. Then he took a step back to examine his work.

“Are you finished?” The master walked into the dungeon surrounded by an aura of grace, dignity and domination.

“Yes, Master.” Trowa knelt down and lowered his head submissively.

“Excellent.” Treize walked toward the young man and stopped in front of him. He reached out to slightly ruffle the dark brown hair, before raising Trowa's chin. “Go, get changed,” he ordered. “I have something special planned for us today.”

“Yes, Master.” As soon as the master released him the young man rose and left the `dungeon'.

Treize turned his attention toward his other pet, and stepped closer to the bondage rack. Zechs' gaze drifted to the white bandage around the duke's thumb and then to the thin riding crop he was holding in his other hand. He swallowed convulsively.

Noticing the blond's look Treize glanced down at his own hand, then smiled reassuringly. “Don't worry,” he spoke. “I'm not planning to use that, at least not today. And it is up to you entirely if I'll have ever to use it.” He put the crop down as he continued. “I have been asking myself what I can do to help you remember how to address me. Since nothing, including threats, seems to be working I have no choice but to take the next step. From this moment on every sentences directed at me will end with a `master', and every time it doesn't you will receive ten lashes with that crop across your bare butt. Perhaps that will help you remember. Zechs, look at me!” he demanded firmly. “Consider this your final warning. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Excellent.”

“Master?!” Trowa had returned and was kneeling by the door, waiting for the master's next order.

Treize waved the young man closer. “Come here!”

Zechs blinked as the brunet rose and stepped closer. He had known Trowa to be courteous and well mannered, but he had never seen him like this. So utterly submissive and docile the young man seemed like a very different person. Zechs mouth went dry as his gaze wandered over the tall, slender figure. Trowa was perfectly built. The torso harness he was wearing seemed only to magnify his well chiseled chest and flat stomach. Zechs felt himself blush as his eyes moved deeper, between the young man's legs. His `package' was hidden in a tight, black leather thong with a snap-on pouch for quick and easy access.

The blond swallowed and quickly directed his gaze upwards. It was only then that he realized that both of Trowa's nipples were pierced. A small, golden ring adorned each taut, little bud. Zechs watched as the duke fastened a pair of leather cuffs around the young man's wrists and connected them, spread above his head, to a pair of chains hanging from the ceiling. A second set of chains was attached to Trowa's ankles and hooked into loops in the ground.

Zechs suddenly understood what the duke meant when he told him that he looked beautiful, tied up. The slight hue of crimson in the young man's cheek only intensified when he realized that he found the image of Trowa, chained and defenseless, exciting and arousing.

Zechs shook his head and forced himself to breath deeply. It's the incense, he told himself. It's some kind of aphrodisiac. Yes, that has to be it.

Treize disappeared and returned a few moments later with a metal bowl filled with water and floating ice cubes, and a bottle of oil or lotion of some kind. He moved one of the large candlesticks that held six burning candles closer to Trowa, then turned toward Zechs with an apologetic smile. “I'm sorry, but I'm afraid today you will have to take the role of the spectator. I don't get many opportunities to play with Trowa these days, you see.”

The duke moved closer toward his chained up pet. Zechs' eyes widened as the master reached between Trowa's legs, fondling the young man through the thin fabric of his thong. “Are you wearing a cock ring?” he asked.

Trowa's breath caught in his throat and it took him a moment to recover before he was able to answer. “Yes, Master.”

“Good,” Treize nodded, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I have the feeling you might need it, I'm not planning on holding back.”

The master reached for the oil bottle and walked behind the young man. He opened the bottle, poured a generous amount of oil onto his hands and started to massage it into Trowa's back. His hands moved over olive skin, barely touching it. They ghosted over broad shoulders and slim hips. Soft fingertips brushed teasingly against the beginning curves of two firm buttocks. Treize's smile turned into a sly smirk when the young man took a sharp breath. He could feel Trowa shudder as he moved aside the thong and dipped his fingers into the crevice between those lovely globes. The duke made sure that every inch of skin was covered in oil, paying special attention to his pet's ass.

Trowa closed his eyes and bit his lower lips to stop himself from moaning. Zechs could see the young man's hands clench and unclench.

Treize reached for the bottle again and walked around the chained up young man. He poured more oil into his hands and spread it across Trowa's chest and abdomen. A quiet whimper escaped the brunet as his master's fingertips brushed against his nipples, and his teeth dug deeper into his lips.

One of the duke's hands moved deeper, fondling Trowa's manhood and cupping his balls. With one quick move he tore away the black leather pouch and released the quickly hardening shaft from its confinement.

Zechs couldn't even blink as he watched the master's oil-slick hands move up and down the rigid shaft. His mouth went dry when he realized that Trowa's nipples were not the only body parts of his that were pierced. A small ring decorated the head of the young man's cock, and Zechs could see another piece of jewelry in the scrotum just behind the cock ring Trowa was wearing.

The duke wiped his hands on a towel and removed one of the burning candles from the holder. Starting at Trowa's back he tilted the candle and slowly dripped molten wax onto the young man's skin.*(Warning Read Below)

In the flickering candlelight Zechs could see the young man's skin shimmer with oil and sweat. He winced in sympathy when Towa moaned, but couldn't make himself take his eyes off the scene in front of him.

A trail of hot wax splattered down Trowa's back. With his free hand Treize groped the young man's buttocks before spreading them apart. He raised the candle slightly and dripped more wax into the crevice between those firm globes.

Another moan escaped Trowa. The wax was hot but not burning, creating a powerful sensation that only intensified when the master reached into the water bowl for a piece of ice and slipped it between his buttocks. The sudden change between hot and cold was almost more than Trowa could bear. He could taste blood on his lip a he pressed his teeth deeper into it. “Ah…Master.”

The duke smiled smuggle. “You like that, don't you?”

He reached for another piece of ice and slid it up and down between Trowa's buttocks. The young man trembled as the master circled his little, puckering hole with the quickly melting cube. His eyes went wide and he drew a sharp breath when Treize dripped wax onto the same spot and the icy sensation was suddenly replaced by heat.

“Master, please…”

“Shush,” Treize told his pet. “Keep quiet, you are doing so well.”

Trowa whimpered quietly. It wasn't until Zechs' gaze fell onto the young man's erection that he realized that Trowa wasn't asking Treize to stop, but that he was begging for more. But as time went on Trowa's moaning and whimpering became louder and more desperate.

“What?” Treize asked. “Begging for release already?” He shook his head. “That's not like you; how disappointing. I'm a long way from being done with you.”

With that the duke turned his attention to Trowa's nipples, once again alternating between the use of ice and wax to drive the young man to the edge and keep him there without a chance of relieve. After what seemed like ever forever to Trowa the master finally took mercy on his pet. With his free hand he lightly stroked the young man's shaft. “Would you like me to allow you to cum?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then ask for it. Tell me exactly what you want.” Treize purred.

“I need release, Master. Please allow me to cum.”

“Very well,” the duke replied graciously. He slowly reached between the young man's legs and removed the cock ring. “You may come at will.” Treize took hold of his pet's shaft and with his thumb whipped away a few drops of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. He tilted the still burning candle and splattered a small amount of hot wax onto the sensitive flesh. It was all the stimulation Trowa needed to push him over the edge. His fists clenched as he came with a hoarse cry, spilling sticky semen over his master's hand.

Eyes wide as saucers Zechs watched the other man's orgasm in silent amazement. He could feel blood rush into his groin, his own manhood twitching at the mesmerizing sight.

Trowa's knees gave away. Still trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm, he barely noticed that Treize had already started untying him. As the last chain fell he collapsed into the master's waiting arms and was slowly lowered to his knees. The duke steadied him until the tremors stopped and he was able to support himself.

As Treize turned, his eyes fell onto his other pet and moved down to the clearly noticeable bulge between his legs. “My my,” The duke raised one eyebrow, his voice thick with amusement and sarcasm. “Apparently someone has been enjoying the show.”

Zechs' cheeks were burning. Chained to the rack there was no way to hide his `predicament'. Taking a few steps toward the blond, Treize reached out and fondled his pet through the material of his pants. “Would you like to take care of his?” He looked questioningly at Zechs as he gave the firm shaft a little squeeze.

“Master?!” Trowa was still on his knees and panting.

The duke turned his head, giving his pet a questioning look.

“May I?”

“Why not, go ahead! Consider it your reward.”

“Thank you Master!”

After taking a few more minutes to recover the young man rose, walked over to Zechs and knelt down in front of him.

Zechs' mouth was so dry that he barely could swallow and his heart was beating frantically.

“Relax.” Towa's voice was soft and reassuring. “I can take you to heaven and back if you let me.”

“Wait…I don't think I can…”

“Don't think.” The young man whispered. “Just feel.”

Trowa dipped his head nuzzling the bulge in Zechs' pants; pressing soft kisses against the firm flesh. One of his hands trailed across the inside of the blond's thigh while he slowly untied the laces that held the crotch area of the pants together. A very long and very hard erection jumped free from the confining fabric

From a few feet away the master watched his two pets silently, a soft, satisfied smile on his lips. Things couldn't have gone better, in his opinion.

Trowa leaned in and kissed the other man's flat stomach. Zechs trembled. His heart almost skipped a beat when a hot, wet tongue dipped into his navel before trailing down his abdomen all the way to the soft patch of silvery curls above his manhood. He gasped as Trowa kissed the tip of his erecting, licking away a few milky white drops. The young mans' tongue was talented. It flickered back and forth across the little hole, sucking gently each time it wept. One hand moved down the long shaft. Long fingers rubbed along the sensitive underside until they found the heavy, silky sac of balls.

Zechs squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered quietly when the young man took him into his mouth and enveloped his shaft in hot wetness. Trowa's tongue moved up and down the throbbing erection while his hand still massaged those heavy testicles.

A sharp cry escaped Zechs' throat when the young man opened his throat and took him even deeper. The sensation, so hot, so tight was nothing he had ever felt before. His breathing was harsh and rugged; his skin shiny with sweat. Suddenly the brunet pulled back, leaving the other man dissatisfied and aching for more. Trowa turned his head toward the duke. “May I untie his hands, Master?”

Treize nodded graciously. “Do as you wish.”

The young man rose. Nimble fingers unfastened the leather cuffs around Zechs wrists; fist one, then the other. As Trowa knelt down to his feet again the blond stood with his arms at his side, unsure what to do with his hands.

“You can touch me, it's alright.” The young man told him, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Slowly, cautiously he reached out and let his fingertips ghost over Trowa's chest, earning himself an encouraging nod. Growing bolder, he brushed against one of the little, golden nipple rings and watched the small, rosy bud perk up. He gasped when Trowa's hands squeezed his buttocks. One of Zechs hands buried itself in silky brown hair when he young man dipped his head and gently blew over his throbbing erecting.

Trowa licked his lips before he enveloped the rigid shaft for a second time. He took him deeper and deeper until he could feel the bulbous tip press against his throat; could taste more pre-cum. He gazed up at Zechs as he started to move his tongue and throat muscles. Come for me!

He didn't have to wait long. Zechs threw his head backward and jerked upward as he came. His fingers tightened in Trowa's hair as wave after wave of pleasure raced through his body, leaving him trembling and sated. His knees buckled and he would have surely collapsed if the other man wouldn't have caught him.

Zechs wasn't fully aware of what happened next. He could only guess that either Trowa or the duke removed the last of his restrains while he was riding out the last tremors of his powerful orgasm. He came back to his senses when the tawny-haired man was scooping him off the ground.

“What…?”

“Shush,” the master laid a finger over his lips. “Relax and let me take care of you.”

“Would you like me to help, Master?” Trowa asked.

“Thank you, but I can handle it myself. You did wonderful, Trowa. Go, get yourself cleaned up and rest.”

Sated but exhausted Zechs let himself be carried to his room. Part of him wanted to protest but somehow he just couldn't master enough energy to really care.

The duke placed him onto his bed and started to remove the training gear. The collar went first, then the harness. Slender fingers hooked under the waistband of his leather pants. “Raise your hips.”

Zechs complied, allowing the other man to pull down and remove his pants, leaving him very naked and very beautiful.

“Don't fall asleep quite yet,” the master urged before he left, only to return a few minutes later with a large bowl of warm water and a sponge.

When the duke settled down on the edge of his bed, Zechs lazily opened first one and then both eyes.

“Just relax,” Treize old him once again as he soaked the sponge in the water bowl and gently started to bath his pet. “So,” he asked. “What happened today in the dungeon, did you really dislike it?”

Zechs averted his gaze when he realized that he was blushing. “I didn't dislike it, Master,” he finally admitted. “But it wasn't really me.”

“Oh?” Treize raised one eyebrow in confusion, as the sponge in his hand drew little circles across the younger man's chest. “Do you care to explain?”

“What I'm saying is that I only reacted the way I did because of the aphrodisiac…whatever the stuff was you put in the incense burner, Master.”

The duke looked at him for a second or two in total puzzlement, then he burst out in laughter, deep, smooth and bubbling. “Is that what you think? I'm sorry, my dear Zechs, but let me assure you that lavender and sandalwood are absolutely no aphrodisiacs.”

Lavender….Sandalwood…? The burning in Zechs cheeks intensified. Impossible, he has to be lying. I wouldn't have reacted that way unless…

“Your reaction was very normal.” Treize seemed to be reading his mind. He cupped the young man's face and gently turned it toward him. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Zechs.”

The master released him to continue his bath. He thoroughly washed the sweat from his pet's long, slender legs, paying special attention to the sensitive skin at the inner side of his thighs. Zechs breath quickened as the warm, moist sponge made his way between his legs. “You are doing great.” Treize assured the young man. “I'm quite pleased with you today. I think you earned yourself a reward.”

“A reward?”

The master nodded. “I told you I prefer rewards over punishment. Towa got his. So…is there anything particular you would like?”

“Um…” Zechs hesitated. “There really is only one thing I can think of. I'd like to be able to visit my sister, Master.”

“That's a big request, Zechs.”

The younger man didn't reply, but disappointment was clearly written across his face. Treize sighed inwardly. “I didn't say no, did I? But I don't think you have done enough to re-earn my trust. However I'll consider your request for the near future, depending on the way you continue to behaving. Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Excellent,” the master nodded. “Then let me finish up here, so that you can get some rest.”

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Author's Note: *Warning, don't try this with your normal household candles unless you are sure they are made from pure paraffin. Paraffin candles have a lower melting point which prevents burns.

Treize is using special low temperature candles (they can be found in some adult stores and BDSM toy stores, for those who need to know ;) ) that melt below 50 º Celsius and are safe to use even on sensitive areas.