Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sugar & Whips ❯ Chapter 19 ( Chapter 19 )

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Sugar and Whips

Part 19

It wasn't until early afternoon that the duke returned to his mansion. He was still wearing the black, three-piece suit he had worn the night before, even thought he always kept a change of clothes at the club.

“Trowa?!”

“Master?” As usually, the young man appeared like a flash seemingly out of nowhere. Sometimes even Treize wondered how he did it.

The master handed him the coat he was carrying over his arm, then loosened his tie. “Draw me a bath please, and make it nice and hot.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Wait.” Zechs, standing at the top of the stairs, frowned. “Isn't that supposed to be my job?' he asked.

“Not anymore.” He duke spared him little more than a quick gaze before walking over to the small table by the entrance where Trowa had placed the morning mail. “Starting today you will be working at the `Black Rose,'” he explained as he started to flip through the stack of letters. Most of them ended up unopened in the waste basket beneath the table. He picked up the rest and headed for his study to read them, barely even acknowledging Zechs as he passed the young man at the stairs.

Treize closed the door to his study behind himself, settled down behind the desk and reached for the letter opener. For the next fifteen minutes or so he sorted through bills and personal mail, setting them aside in little stacks to be paid or answered later. When he was done he checked his watch. His bath was probably ready by now, he decided as he rose from the high-backed leather chair.

And sure enough, by the time he entered the bathroom Trowa was just turning off the faucet.

“The bath is ready, Master. Anything else?”

“Thank you, not at the moment.” Treize told him, but then he changed his mind. “Actually, can you tell Quatre I need to talk to him?”

“Yes, Sir.” The young man nodded in acknowledgement.

As Trowa turned to leave the duke began to undress. He kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his suit jacket, dropping it to the floor where he was standing. The vest followed next and then the tie. A few moments later he stood naked like the day he was born. He cautiously tested the water with his toe before stepping into the large bathtub. With a content sigh the tawny-haired man settled down in the tub and reclined until he was up to his neck submerged by the warm water.

He closed his eyes and relaxed for a few minutes until he heard footsteps.

“You wanted to see me, Sir?” Quatre asked from the bathroom door.

Treize opened his eyes and turned his head. “Ah, yes, come in. Get yourself a chair; this might take a while.”

Quatre grabbed one of the black and white whicker chairs and moved it close to the bathtub.

“I'm going to have Zechs start working at the club,” the duke announced, as the younger man settled down in his seat.

“Yes, Trowa mentioned that to me. But…?”

“But?”

“Are you really sure about this, Sir? Do you think he is ready?”

Treize shrugged. “He wants to earn money as fast as possible so that he can get out of here. Why shouldn't I let him?”

For a brief moment Quatre detected a hint of bitterness in the duke's voice, but then it was gone again and Treize had the slightest of smirks on his lips as he continued.

“Don't worry; I'm not planning on having him be with clients. With his temper I'd have to triple my insurance coverage first.”

The younger man gave an amused snort. “Yes that'd be probably the best.”

“I want him to work on stage. And as for if he is ready… That's why you are here.”

Quatre frowned, slightly confused.

“I want you to train him.”

“Me? ...but... Don't you want to do it yourself, Sir?”

“I have a business to run. I don't have time to personally train everyone who works for me.” Again there was that hint of bitterness in his voice, and it made Quatre almost flinch. Apparently Zechs words had hurt the duke more than he cared to admit.

“Um…What exactly do you want me to do? Any special instructions?”

The master shook his head. “I'll leave it all up to you. Surprise me.”

“I'll do my best.” Quatre smirked.

“I know you will.” Treize moved his head gingerly and grimaced. He raised his hand rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sore neck?”

“Yes, a little. I must have slept in an awkward position.”

“Let me see.” The younger man slipped from his chair and knelt down behind the master's head. “Lean a little forward and relax,” he demanded.

The duke complied, and Quatre started to gently massage the man's neck and shoulders. He moved his thumbs along the spine, pressing them firmly into several pressure points. “You fell asleep at your desk last night, didn't you?”

“How… how did you know?”

The young man chuckled. “Call it experience.”

The duke gave a low moan and closed his eyes as Quatre kneaded at a especially tough knot. “You are very good at this.”

“Well, like I said, I have experience. Trowa has the tendency to fall asleep at his desk when he works late.”

Are you trying to suggest that I'm working him too hard?” Treize asked, amusement in his voice.

The younger man gave an equally amused huff. “I think he is old enough to complain for himself, if he has something to complain about.”

“Maybe he simply enjoys your massaged,” the duke teased. “I could certainly see why.”

Quatre laughed again, then fell silent for a few moments as he concentrated in his task. Finally he spoke again. “Actually, Sir, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Treize tilted his head back to look up at him. “What is it?”

“I was wondering if Trowa and I could have the second week in October off.”

“Together?”

“Yes. You see, it's my oldest sister's birthday and she invited both of us to visit her for a few days. I haven't agreed yet, I first wanted to make sure it's alright. I know it might be an inconvenience, working the club with both of us gone at the same time, so...”

“Nonsense,” the duke cut him off firmly. “If necessary I'll close the club for a few nights. The rest of the staff could probably use a little break too. Call your sister and tell her that you will be coming.” The last part sounded very much like an order.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Just wondering; why didn't Trowa comes to me with this? We just went over next month's schedule the other day.”

“Well…that's because…he doesn't know yet.”

“Oh?” Treize raised one eyebrow in surprise.

“Trowa always reacts kind of funny when it comes to my family.” Quatre admitted with a little sigh. “I sometimes have the feeling that he is intimidated by my family name.”

“Are you really surprised; considering the gab between your social standing and his?”

“That's just it. My father and I might not see eye to eye in many things but I know that he would never judge people by their status or the amount of money in their bank account. In any case, I think it would be easier for Trowa just to meet my sister and her husband first.”

“The two of you are really getting serious, aren't you?”

“I'd like to think so.” Quatre smiled softly.

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Zechs was breathing heavily, but he didn't slow down as he pulled back his right arm and gripped the tennis racquet tighter. For the past thirty minutes he had been out here, furiously bouncing tennis balls against the garage wall. He had come to realize that this little exercise was not only a nice workout, but also a good way to vent his frustration.

Keeping his eyes focused on the little, yellow ball he struck it again and again as hard as he could.

“Hey, hey, slow down. What are you trying to do, break down the wall?” There was a heavy portion of sarcasm in Quatre's voice.

“Anger management.” Zechs replied wryly as he caught the ball and turned around.

 “Is that so? Then perhaps you should have done this yesterday.”

The older man snorted. “Something tells me you didn't come out here to join me.”

“Not exactly,” Quatre confirmed. “I need you to get ready; Master Treize wants me to take you to the club early today.”

Zechs swallowed. He really was serious about that. “How early?” he asked.

“We will leave in about half an hour.”

“Um…what should I wear?”

The younger man shrugged. “Wear whatever you want on the way there. We will change at the club. I'll bring anything we need.” With that he turned and walked back to the house.

Zechs picked up his tennis balls and followed him with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

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“So, this is going to be my punishment?” On the way to the `Black Rose', Zechs was sitting in the back of the silver Mercedes, while Quatre was driving.

The younger man shrugged without taking his eye off the road. “That's something you will have to talk to Master Treize about, I'm just going what I'm being told.”

Zechs snorted as he rested his chin on the top of his fist and stared out of the window. “You are angry at me too I take it?”

Quatre gazed at him briefly through the rearview mirror. “If I was angry, you would know it, trust me,” he assured the other man. “But in all honesty, even though I try to understand were you come from, I think you went a little too far yesterday.”

“Too far?” Zechs frowned in irritation. “How can you say that? You have sisters, don't you, Quatre? Tell me that you wouldn't have been just as angry as I if you had been in my shoes.”

“Me? I would have been angry.” The younger man admitted. “But I would have asked Treize to explain himself first.”

“And then?”

“Well,” Quatre threw another look into the rearview mirror. “Depending on his answer I would either have walked away, satisfied… or knocked out his teeth.”

Zechs laughed. “You are not that different from me after all.”

“I'm glad that cheered you up. But seriously, Zechs, you said a few very harsh things in anger, and I think you really need to apologize.”

“Apologize? Why? I'm already being punished, isn't that enough?”

“Never mind.” Quatre sighed. “You'll have to figure it out yourself.”

From there on neither of them spoke until they pulled up in front of the club.

“Take the bags from the trunk and wait here while I park the car.” Quatre told the older man. “I'll show you to your dressing room.”

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“This is a dressing room?” Zechs let his gaze wander as he set down the two bags Quatre had brought along.
There was a vanity, like one would expect in a dressing room, with a leather stool in front of it. But also a daybed under the window, a small TV set on a sideboard across from it, a little round table with 2 armchairs and a bookshelf. And through an open door he could see a small bathroom with shower stall.

The younger man shrugged. “You can call it what you want. It's a place where you can get changed before a show, get cleaned up or rest between clients. Some of the employees live here at the house. They have larger, personal quarters in the east wing. For the rest of us the dressing rooms hold everything needed for the evening,” he explained.

Zechs nodded. It made sense.

“Alright then, let's get ready. We only have a few hours before the club opens.” Quatre opened one of the bags and started to pull out an array of shackles and leather restrains.

When he recognized the training harness Zechs swallowed. Something told him that he was going to be the one wearing it. Of course he should have realized it the very moment when Quatre told him not to worry about his outfit. He swallowed again as he tried to imagine what else those two `toy bags' might contain.

“So, what exactly are we going to do now?” he asked wearily.

“Now I'm going to help you get changed,” Quatre told him. “I take it you know the routine by now.”

Oh yes, he did. Zechs sighed inwardly as he stripped out of his clothes, while the younger man started to put the leather pieces together. Once he was completely nude Quatre re-dressed him in the custom fitted harness. He started with the x-shaped chest piece, then added the wide, felt-lined collar that prevented Zechs from lowering his head very far. Another strap went around his waist and several more around his thighs and calves. Next Quatre slipped a metal ring over Zechs' cock and balls, pushing it all the way to the base and then connected it with an adjustable leather strap to the belt around his waist. Last but not least he helped the older man to pull on his tight boots.

“All right,” he announced as he rose to his feet. He attached a chain to the ring on Zechs collar and gave it a little tug. “Let's go. We will do the rest once we get you on stage.”

“Sta… stage?” Zech's eyes went wide and he pulled back like a stubborn mule. “You are not going to put me on stage like this.” The young man looked down on himself. The idea alone made his cheeks burn and he turned bright crimson.

“Relax, Zechs.” Quatre told him. “The club is still closed, remember. It's nobody here but you and me. Come on now.”

Still hesitant, but fully aware that he didn't have much of a choice Zechs finally followed the younger man downstairs. The stage, as well as the entire club lay dark and quiet. Quatre turned on two bright floodlights that blinded Zechs momentarily. He blinked and raised his arm to cover his eyes.

“Sorry about that,” the young man apologized. “You will get used to it.” He led his `pet' to a cross-shaped bonding frame in the center of the stage. The cross was only about 6 feet high, and a heavy, iron ring was attached to each of its four corners.

Quatre had Zechs kneel down. He then strapped a pair of leather cuffs around his wrists and connected them to a short chain that was running through the iron ring over his head. He repeated the process with Zechs' ankles, connecting them to the ring on the bottom of the frame. He added two more chains, one on each side of the cross, and connected them to the strap around his `pet's' waist.

Finally Quatre took a step back and studied his work with a satisfied smile. “Beautiful.”

Indeed, Zechs, tied up and helpless, made a stunning figure. Long strands of silky hair were falling around him like a silver veil that almost reached the floor. The bright light made his skin look pale and almost alabaster like. His cheeks were stained with a faint huge of crimson, and he kept his eyes averted in self-consciousness.

“I'll be back in a while.” Quatre said as he turned to leave the stage.

“Wait a second!” The thought of being left alone like this nearly made Zechs heart skip a beat. “Where do you think you are going?”

“I need to change into my stage outfit too.”

“Why didn't you change before you brought me down here?” the older man growled.

Quatre sighed as he turned to face him. “Master Treize asked me to train you. So, consider this your first lesson.”

“Lesson? What the hell? What kind of a lesson is this supposed to be?”

“Just relax. I won't be long. But if you don't keep quiet I'll have to gag you. Is that what you want?”

Zechs glared daggers at the young man, but swallowed a reply.

“I didn't think so.” Quatre gave him a friendly smile and a wink as he walked away and disappeared behind a curtain.

For a few moments Zechs could still hear his footsteps then they too faded way and he was all alone.

#

As he stood there Zechs soon realized that the lamps not only provided light, but also emitted quite a bit of heat. Well, I guess I won't be freezing to death, he thought sardonically as he shifted from one knee to the other, trying to find a more comfortable position. From his point Zechs was able to oversee the entire room, and through an open glass door he had also a limited view of the back entrance to the club and the small hall that led to the stairs.

He was not sure how long he was kneeling there but the muscles in his raised arms were beginning to strain and his legs started to fall asleep when he heard the sound of a key being turned in a lock. His head jerked up just in time to see the back door opening, and suddenly he realized that even though the club didn't open until seven o'clock, that didn't mean there weren't preparations to be made beforehand. Sure enough, soon thereafter the lights in the room turned on and Zechs almost had a panic attack.

Two waiters; their muscular bodies clad in little more but bow ties, white cuffs and black leather pants, walked in together. Absorbed in a conversation the two of them started to arrange tables and chairs. Although they definitely took notice of Zechs, they didn't seem as surprised as one would have expected. Apparently finding a naked man chained up on stage wasn't something out of the ordinary for them.

Zechs on the other hand was mortified and wished desperately that the earth would open up and swallow him right then and there. Quatre! What the hell is taking you so long, he screamed in his mind, too embarrassed to actually make the slightest sound and draw even more attention to himself. He stared at the ground, anxiously trying to avoid anyone's eyes.

Just when he thought things could not get any worse the back door opened for a second time as Duo and Heero entered the club. Heero headed straight for the stairs and his lover followed him on the foot. The braided young man had almost walked past the glass door when he suddenly froze in his track, took a few steps backward and stared, wide-eyed, at the figure on stage. 

"Holy shit,” he exclaimed. “I think just I died and went to heaven? Either that or an angel dropped down and landed on our stage."

Convinced that Duo's outburst was going to have every person in the building come running, Zechs prayed for a mouse-hole to hide in. Luckily someone outside his line of view; he assumed it was Heero, grabbed the shouting and protesting young man by his braided tail and dragged him away. But before Zechs could even breathe a sigh of relief the door opened again.

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It was unusual for the duke to show up this early at the club, but he had decided to check up on Quatre and Zechs before they complete their training session. Since the front door was still closed at this time of the evening he went around the building to take the back entrance like all the other employees.

As he walked in, the door to the show-lounge stood open and he could see a chained-up figure on stage. He stopped just long enough to get a good look at his `pet' before he headed for the stairs, where Quatre seemed to be waiting for him, an impish smile on his lips.

“What do you think, Master?” he asked.

“I'm impressed. It never ceases to amaze me how beautiful looks all tied up.” Treize replied. “What have you done so far?”

“Not much,” Quatre admitted. “I wanted him to get used first to the feeling of being the center of everybody's attention. But I was just about to move on to the next lesson. Would you like to watch?”

Treize's lips curved into a sly smirk. “I would not want to miss it for all the tea in china.”

“Somehow I had a feeling you might say that. I shall wait for you to take your seat then.”

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