Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Pleasure and Pain ❯ Punishment ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
Marron ties up Gateau...
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.18.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 799 | Status: Work In Progress
Marron ties up Gateau...
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.18.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 799 | Status: Work In Progress
They are not mine, but if they were...oh the lubricant we would go through! Strawberry flavored, and lemon, and rose. . . gets drug off by Subaru-san
This idea is from a picture I saw (and must admit I love): http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?CID=05A6FBA3CBDB4F0BB30E543E5A7F9437& amp;txtSearch=male+nude&CID=05A6FBA3CBDB4F0BB30E543E5A7F9437&starta t=%2Fsearchadvanced.asp%3FCID%3D05A6FBA3CBDB4F0BB30E543E5A7F9437&image1 .x=15&image1.y=9 [if the link doesn’t work, go on allposters.com and search ’gay heels’]
Warnings: sex, bondage, a bit o’ S&M fun, and some OOC thrown in for kicks
Pleasure and Pain
Part One: Punishment
"Put them on."
"What?"
"It's not hard, Gateau. Put. Them. On. Unless you want me to go..."
"No, damnit! Give them here." Gateau shuffled into the awkward footwear. He turned to look at Marron with a frustrated sigh of 'what next'. The mage, the very image of calm, sat on the end of his bed, head tilted just to one side, examining him.
"Now, bend over."
Figuring it could not get any worse, Gateau did as he was told. As his arms hung loosely down, he watched Marron through his spread legs. Sliding from the bed, the boy knelt beside his friend and pushed Gateau's ankle until the blonde got it through his head and closed his legs. Confused, and no longer able to see him, Gateau waited as Marron fastened two thick leather cuffs around his ankles.
Okay, his mind asked, is this still a good idea? Yes, he was getting a chance to get Marron naked, and those were few and far between. Gateau figured he could put up with a little...role-play for the sake of such a gift. But as a second pair of cuffs, metal this time, caught his wrists, he had to admit he was a little worried.
Marron stepped back to admire his work, and though it didn't appear on his face, his voice bore a hint of satisfaction.
"Comfortable, Gateau?"
"Can't say that I am."
"Ah. Well, I'll be back in a moment."
"Hey, wait--," but he was already gone.
Not good. Very not good. Gateau didn't even want to take stock of his situation but his mind, slipping into semi-survival mode, made him. His own room, that was a plus, maybe the only plus. The cons? Well, he was naked...almost naked...and that was worse than naked. Black heels did not do Gateau justice. Besides this wardrobe malfunction, he was also rather immobile. Bent over, his wrists and ankles trapped within inches of each other, it hardly gave a man room to breath, let alone walk calmly to the nearest exit in case of emergency. Was this an emergency?
All the blood was running to his head.
Where the hell was Marron?
It was another minute before the door opened and closed. The lock clicked loudly into place. Something thin and rough drug along the length of Gateau's thigh before being stuck under his nose.
"I had forgotten this," Marron said as he removed the crop. "I apologize for keeping you waiting."
"No problem." Gateau tried to smile with his voice.
"Hm." He could see Marron's feet, his flat white slippers. There was some shuffling and Marron's sash fell beside them. Gateau's mind rejoiced as the tunic joined it. The mage carefully stepped out of his shoes and set the whole lot aside. Left in thin white pants, he circled his prey.
"You're pretty like that, Gateau."
"Don't think so."
"No?"
"My face is probably all red. All the blood's in my head."
"Well, we'll have to put it somewhere else."
A hand, soft but firm in its hold, grasped Gateau's manhood. Marron ran his fist from base to tip, but left off soon when he realized he hadn't enough room to move due to the other's position.
"Don't stop on my account."
"I think another method is in order."
"Oh?" Oral sex, oral sex, oral sex, was all Gateau could think. It sounded corny even in his head, but the very prospect had some effect on his semi-erect member.
But that is not what Marron had in mind.
"Back up."
Guided by Marron, the blond did as he was told until the back of his legs rested against the footboard. Marron took his seat again on the bed, one leg to each side of Gateau and his hands on the other man's firm glutes. His touches were inquisitive.
"You work hard on this, don't you."
"Love to please you, beautiful."
"Hm."
Marron seemed to be playing with some idea.
"Hold still," his breath was hot against Gateau's bottom. The blond bit his lip as Marron's wet tongue traced the line between his cheeks. It was a strange feeling when the tongue pressed against his hole and entered his body. Strange.
Marron spread him further and pressed his face close. His tongue found several inches inside of Gateau, places that had never been touched. And strange shifted to okay, and even on the precipice of good, and just as Gateau thought he might very well be enjoying himself, Marron pulled away. His finger traced the wet opening, and for a moment Gateau thought he might push it inside, but he retracted.
Gateau breathed a sigh of relief. He was pushed forward, taking tiny steps and trying not to fall. The crop touched him again, just the tip, but he knew what it meant. It seemed Marron had picked up a few tricks from living with the Misu sisters.
"Ready?"
"For what?" He already knew.
"Your punishment."
"Yes."
"How do you want it?"
"Hard and fast."
"Good."
The first hit was always the worst. This time the burning line fell strait across Gateau's bare ass. He grunted, but did not bother to protest. The muscled hunter liked to pride himself on his tolerance to pain, and it had come in most handy on these occurrences.
"Do you know what that was for?"
"The nurse?"
"That's right."
Another across the same area.
"And that?"
"The waitress."
"Yes. She was really very pretty."
Gateau knew to keep his mouth shut, lesson learned. Two strikes over his thighs.
"The twins, in Lemborn. Did you sleep with them?"
"No."
"Good. Though I suppose you could be lying."
"Nah, not me."
Some more hits, and a list of girls he had flirted with over the last three months. There was no blood drawn, but the last, the one for the pretty boy he had propositioned in the last town, was close. That seemed to particularly aggravating to Marron. Gateau would have felt bad, but it was easier just to take one's punishment than to feel guilty.
When the whipping stopped, Gateau drew an easier breath. His thighs and butt stung, and he could imagine the bright red streaks that would be found there. Marron crouched in front of him, the crop resting easily across his white-clad knees. His hand ran over the back of Gateau's head, stroking his hair and asking him to look up. Marron had to stoop further so their eyes could meet.
"What do you get out of this?"
"You."
Gateau let his head drop back down, but was instantly pushed off balance by the other. He stumbled backwards, legs hitting the bed; another none too gentle shove tipped him over and onto the low bed.
Bed good, he decided, but instantly found another problem. The very unit of his anatomy which he intended upon using in the bed was squished in the middle of his forced toe-touch.
"Uh, Marron..."
A key clicked, and Gateau's back was relieved. But he barely gained a sitting position when Marron threw his own lesser weight across Gateau's hips. Gateau's hands, still tangled in the cuffs, were drug up and attached to the rails on the headboard.
Gateau could have resisted, he knew that. Marron was smaller than he was, alot smaller, and the blonde's muscled did more for him than look pretty. But he wasn't being held against his will, not really. At least his feet were free, and he did make an attempt to rid them of the ridiculous black heels, but Marron stopped him.
"Leave them on."
"Why."
"I like them."
"No, you don't."
"You're right. I don't. But leave them anyway."
Gateau was going to reply, but Marron leaned forward to kiss him fiercely. More invigorating was the undeniable hardness that pressed against his own bared erection. As they kissed, Marron thrust up against him, and in the end both of them were left breathless.
Marron looked down between them to smile. Once again he took hold of Gateau, utilizing the new range of movement to its fullest. The larger man moaned under him as nimble fingers played over the sensitive head of his penis.
"Want you."
"Do you?" He tried to sound cold, but Gateau heard the reciprocation. He could see the outline of Marron's hardon through his pants.
"Yeah. Want me?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe--oh, yeah, there, there--just a maybe?"
Again Marron was kissing him, somewhat clumsily as he tried to remove his pants at the same time. Gateau would have offered a hand, but they were still bound above his head. The mage finally tossed the pants away, perching naked above Gateau's straining length.
"Oh god," Gateau commented. He wanted to tell Marron how beautiful he was crouching there, pale and perfect and looking so pure even with an erection balanced between his thighs. Marron reached down to position Gateau's hardon; Gateau felt the place he couldn't see, the promise of that tight heat that he wanted so badly.
Marron took a breath, closed his eyes, and lowered himself slowly onto the first few inches. He hovered there, letting his knees sink into a kneeling position as he balanced with his hands low against Gateau's chest. After a pause, he pulled himself up, then quickly sat all the way down. Everything fit, and Gateau felt heaven approaching.
They kissed again, and this time Marron worked, hurriedly, with the cuffs. Unable to get them loose with divided attention, he made frustrated sound but left Gateau's lips. The cuffs clinked as they fell behind the bed.
With free hands, Gateau took quick hold of Marron's hips. Sitting up, he brought them even closer together. The mage clutched at the big man's neck as Gateau helped him move up and down; his pale legs wrapped around Gateau's waist, and he gasped as his lover found the spot.
They moved furiously together, hot, sweaty bodies sliding up against one another. There wasn't any more time for words, and all their guilt had been purged. All that was left was the single, moving rhythm that pushed them both closer and closer to the edge.
"Close."
"I know."
Nails dug into Gateau's back, and Marron's eyes sought his. With careful thrusts, he brought the mage to climax, feeling the warm semen spill onto his belly and the sweet contractions around his cock. It was too much to resist, and with a deep grown, he buried himself deep within Marron and came for what seemed like forever.
The dimming twilight found its way back into their world. Gateau turned his head to kiss Marron's temple gently. The boy lifted his eyes and tried to push back his wild hair. Gateau helped, laughing a little as it all fell back into his eyes. Gingerly they separated, Marron lifting himself up and to the side, but before he could get very far a bronzed arm caught him. Gateau pulled the mage down onto the bed to lay with him. With deliberately loud motions, he kicked off the heels. Marron tried to cover a smile.
It all seemed like a game, but there was something behind it. Marron's jealousy wasn't a game, no matter how hard he tried to pass it off as one. That, Gateau realized, was easier than admitting it was real.
"You know what?" He propped himself up on an elbow to look down at the other. Gently he swept a few clinging hairs away from Marron's swollen lips.
"What?"
"I think I'm gonna stop messing around with girls...and other boys."
"Why?"
"'Cause maybe then you'll let me tie you up."
~tbc~
Oooh, gonna tie Marron up...wanna see? Sure you do!
Thanks for reading.
Miko No Hoshi
This idea is from a picture I saw (and must admit I love): http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?CID=05A6FBA3CBDB4F0BB30E543E5A7F9437& amp;txtSearch=male+nude&CID=05A6FBA3CBDB4F0BB30E543E5A7F9437&starta t=%2Fsearchadvanced.asp%3FCID%3D05A6FBA3CBDB4F0BB30E543E5A7F9437&image1 .x=15&image1.y=9 [if the link doesn’t work, go on allposters.com and search ’gay heels’]
Warnings: sex, bondage, a bit o’ S&M fun, and some OOC thrown in for kicks
Pleasure and Pain
Part One: Punishment
"Put them on."
"What?"
"It's not hard, Gateau. Put. Them. On. Unless you want me to go..."
"No, damnit! Give them here." Gateau shuffled into the awkward footwear. He turned to look at Marron with a frustrated sigh of 'what next'. The mage, the very image of calm, sat on the end of his bed, head tilted just to one side, examining him.
"Now, bend over."
Figuring it could not get any worse, Gateau did as he was told. As his arms hung loosely down, he watched Marron through his spread legs. Sliding from the bed, the boy knelt beside his friend and pushed Gateau's ankle until the blonde got it through his head and closed his legs. Confused, and no longer able to see him, Gateau waited as Marron fastened two thick leather cuffs around his ankles.
Okay, his mind asked, is this still a good idea? Yes, he was getting a chance to get Marron naked, and those were few and far between. Gateau figured he could put up with a little...role-play for the sake of such a gift. But as a second pair of cuffs, metal this time, caught his wrists, he had to admit he was a little worried.
Marron stepped back to admire his work, and though it didn't appear on his face, his voice bore a hint of satisfaction.
"Comfortable, Gateau?"
"Can't say that I am."
"Ah. Well, I'll be back in a moment."
"Hey, wait--," but he was already gone.
Not good. Very not good. Gateau didn't even want to take stock of his situation but his mind, slipping into semi-survival mode, made him. His own room, that was a plus, maybe the only plus. The cons? Well, he was naked...almost naked...and that was worse than naked. Black heels did not do Gateau justice. Besides this wardrobe malfunction, he was also rather immobile. Bent over, his wrists and ankles trapped within inches of each other, it hardly gave a man room to breath, let alone walk calmly to the nearest exit in case of emergency. Was this an emergency?
All the blood was running to his head.
Where the hell was Marron?
It was another minute before the door opened and closed. The lock clicked loudly into place. Something thin and rough drug along the length of Gateau's thigh before being stuck under his nose.
"I had forgotten this," Marron said as he removed the crop. "I apologize for keeping you waiting."
"No problem." Gateau tried to smile with his voice.
"Hm." He could see Marron's feet, his flat white slippers. There was some shuffling and Marron's sash fell beside them. Gateau's mind rejoiced as the tunic joined it. The mage carefully stepped out of his shoes and set the whole lot aside. Left in thin white pants, he circled his prey.
"You're pretty like that, Gateau."
"Don't think so."
"No?"
"My face is probably all red. All the blood's in my head."
"Well, we'll have to put it somewhere else."
A hand, soft but firm in its hold, grasped Gateau's manhood. Marron ran his fist from base to tip, but left off soon when he realized he hadn't enough room to move due to the other's position.
"Don't stop on my account."
"I think another method is in order."
"Oh?" Oral sex, oral sex, oral sex, was all Gateau could think. It sounded corny even in his head, but the very prospect had some effect on his semi-erect member.
But that is not what Marron had in mind.
"Back up."
Guided by Marron, the blond did as he was told until the back of his legs rested against the footboard. Marron took his seat again on the bed, one leg to each side of Gateau and his hands on the other man's firm glutes. His touches were inquisitive.
"You work hard on this, don't you."
"Love to please you, beautiful."
"Hm."
Marron seemed to be playing with some idea.
"Hold still," his breath was hot against Gateau's bottom. The blond bit his lip as Marron's wet tongue traced the line between his cheeks. It was a strange feeling when the tongue pressed against his hole and entered his body. Strange.
Marron spread him further and pressed his face close. His tongue found several inches inside of Gateau, places that had never been touched. And strange shifted to okay, and even on the precipice of good, and just as Gateau thought he might very well be enjoying himself, Marron pulled away. His finger traced the wet opening, and for a moment Gateau thought he might push it inside, but he retracted.
Gateau breathed a sigh of relief. He was pushed forward, taking tiny steps and trying not to fall. The crop touched him again, just the tip, but he knew what it meant. It seemed Marron had picked up a few tricks from living with the Misu sisters.
"Ready?"
"For what?" He already knew.
"Your punishment."
"Yes."
"How do you want it?"
"Hard and fast."
"Good."
The first hit was always the worst. This time the burning line fell strait across Gateau's bare ass. He grunted, but did not bother to protest. The muscled hunter liked to pride himself on his tolerance to pain, and it had come in most handy on these occurrences.
"Do you know what that was for?"
"The nurse?"
"That's right."
Another across the same area.
"And that?"
"The waitress."
"Yes. She was really very pretty."
Gateau knew to keep his mouth shut, lesson learned. Two strikes over his thighs.
"The twins, in Lemborn. Did you sleep with them?"
"No."
"Good. Though I suppose you could be lying."
"Nah, not me."
Some more hits, and a list of girls he had flirted with over the last three months. There was no blood drawn, but the last, the one for the pretty boy he had propositioned in the last town, was close. That seemed to particularly aggravating to Marron. Gateau would have felt bad, but it was easier just to take one's punishment than to feel guilty.
When the whipping stopped, Gateau drew an easier breath. His thighs and butt stung, and he could imagine the bright red streaks that would be found there. Marron crouched in front of him, the crop resting easily across his white-clad knees. His hand ran over the back of Gateau's head, stroking his hair and asking him to look up. Marron had to stoop further so their eyes could meet.
"What do you get out of this?"
"You."
Gateau let his head drop back down, but was instantly pushed off balance by the other. He stumbled backwards, legs hitting the bed; another none too gentle shove tipped him over and onto the low bed.
Bed good, he decided, but instantly found another problem. The very unit of his anatomy which he intended upon using in the bed was squished in the middle of his forced toe-touch.
"Uh, Marron..."
A key clicked, and Gateau's back was relieved. But he barely gained a sitting position when Marron threw his own lesser weight across Gateau's hips. Gateau's hands, still tangled in the cuffs, were drug up and attached to the rails on the headboard.
Gateau could have resisted, he knew that. Marron was smaller than he was, alot smaller, and the blonde's muscled did more for him than look pretty. But he wasn't being held against his will, not really. At least his feet were free, and he did make an attempt to rid them of the ridiculous black heels, but Marron stopped him.
"Leave them on."
"Why."
"I like them."
"No, you don't."
"You're right. I don't. But leave them anyway."
Gateau was going to reply, but Marron leaned forward to kiss him fiercely. More invigorating was the undeniable hardness that pressed against his own bared erection. As they kissed, Marron thrust up against him, and in the end both of them were left breathless.
Marron looked down between them to smile. Once again he took hold of Gateau, utilizing the new range of movement to its fullest. The larger man moaned under him as nimble fingers played over the sensitive head of his penis.
"Want you."
"Do you?" He tried to sound cold, but Gateau heard the reciprocation. He could see the outline of Marron's hardon through his pants.
"Yeah. Want me?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe--oh, yeah, there, there--just a maybe?"
Again Marron was kissing him, somewhat clumsily as he tried to remove his pants at the same time. Gateau would have offered a hand, but they were still bound above his head. The mage finally tossed the pants away, perching naked above Gateau's straining length.
"Oh god," Gateau commented. He wanted to tell Marron how beautiful he was crouching there, pale and perfect and looking so pure even with an erection balanced between his thighs. Marron reached down to position Gateau's hardon; Gateau felt the place he couldn't see, the promise of that tight heat that he wanted so badly.
Marron took a breath, closed his eyes, and lowered himself slowly onto the first few inches. He hovered there, letting his knees sink into a kneeling position as he balanced with his hands low against Gateau's chest. After a pause, he pulled himself up, then quickly sat all the way down. Everything fit, and Gateau felt heaven approaching.
They kissed again, and this time Marron worked, hurriedly, with the cuffs. Unable to get them loose with divided attention, he made frustrated sound but left Gateau's lips. The cuffs clinked as they fell behind the bed.
With free hands, Gateau took quick hold of Marron's hips. Sitting up, he brought them even closer together. The mage clutched at the big man's neck as Gateau helped him move up and down; his pale legs wrapped around Gateau's waist, and he gasped as his lover found the spot.
They moved furiously together, hot, sweaty bodies sliding up against one another. There wasn't any more time for words, and all their guilt had been purged. All that was left was the single, moving rhythm that pushed them both closer and closer to the edge.
"Close."
"I know."
Nails dug into Gateau's back, and Marron's eyes sought his. With careful thrusts, he brought the mage to climax, feeling the warm semen spill onto his belly and the sweet contractions around his cock. It was too much to resist, and with a deep grown, he buried himself deep within Marron and came for what seemed like forever.
The dimming twilight found its way back into their world. Gateau turned his head to kiss Marron's temple gently. The boy lifted his eyes and tried to push back his wild hair. Gateau helped, laughing a little as it all fell back into his eyes. Gingerly they separated, Marron lifting himself up and to the side, but before he could get very far a bronzed arm caught him. Gateau pulled the mage down onto the bed to lay with him. With deliberately loud motions, he kicked off the heels. Marron tried to cover a smile.
It all seemed like a game, but there was something behind it. Marron's jealousy wasn't a game, no matter how hard he tried to pass it off as one. That, Gateau realized, was easier than admitting it was real.
"You know what?" He propped himself up on an elbow to look down at the other. Gently he swept a few clinging hairs away from Marron's swollen lips.
"What?"
"I think I'm gonna stop messing around with girls...and other boys."
"Why?"
"'Cause maybe then you'll let me tie you up."
~tbc~
Oooh, gonna tie Marron up...wanna see? Sure you do!
Thanks for reading.
Miko No Hoshi