Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Silk and Steel ❯ Silk and Steel ( Chapter 1 )

 

Brad Crawford clenched his teeth against the hiss of pain that had nearly slipped out of him upon the first strike of whip across his bare back and shoulders. He managed to wrap his hands around the loosely hanging chains that tethered him to the bed and held on for dear life. His Master would have him moaning within minutes. He knew it and wanted to hold back any signs of either pleasure or pain for as long as he could. He was a good slave and hadn't given his Master any reason to punish him for infractions since his very early days of being fitted to that position. Of course his Master's punishment for entertainment purposes was a different thing all together. Most of the time his Master enjoyed him being vocal but not usually in the first few minutes.

 

A hiss did escape him as one strike came down particularly hard and at an odd angle. He could feel the skin break, felt the blood start to pool at the torn flesh.

 

“Damn it,” He growled softly.

 

He heard his Master leave the room. He was back a few moments later. He felt a wet cloth cleaning the bleeding welt on his back. He sighed contentedly. His Master always took excellent care of him. He relaxed under His ministrations. Enjoying the contrasting sensations of the silk sheets beneath him and the steel that encircled both of his wrists and his neck.

 

“So beautiful. Can't have you permanently damaged now, can I, Bradley,” came a softly accented voice in his ear. A small shiver worked it's way down his spine at his Master's words. He always loved it when his Master called him Bradley. There was just something about the way He said his name. “You have permission to speak.”

 

“You always take excellent care of Your property, Master.”

 

He heard Him chuckle as the wound on his back was carefully bandaged. He was a little bit disappointed though. Drawing blood usually brought any whippings to an end immediately.

 

His Master's hands were on his shoulders, pulling him up.

 

“Up. Perfect. Now, turn toward Me,” his Master said.

 

He turned in the chains as best he could. Where the chains had been slack when lying face down, sitting up and turning in them used all the excess. Forcing his hands to cross uncomfortably over his head. He blinked a little, trying to bring his Master into clearer focus as his glasses lay shattered near the corner of the bed.

 

Knowing what was expected of him, he leaned forward and let the barest hint of breath coast over his Master's already hard cock. He ran his tongue along the underside, marveling again at the feeling of silk and steel though in a different fashion. Swirling his tongue around the head before slowly taking his master's erection into his mouth. Bit by bit increasing the suction and relaxing his throat muscles, taking all of Him in. He had to resist the urge to look up at his Master's moan. He was always so beautiful in moments of passion.

 

He genuinely loved this. Loved bringing his Master pleasure. Loved feeling the other man's lean fingers in his hair. Loved the noises of enjoyment his Master made, knowing he was the cause of those sounds. It did not surprise him to feel His fingers tighten on his hair, stopping him.

 

“You're entirely too good at that sometimes, Bradley,” He said.

 

“Only if it pleases you, Master.”

 

“It does,” He almost purred, running His hands through Bradley's hair. Then running His hands up his arms and unlocking the manacles at the wrists. He let his hands drop to his sides, awaiting his Master's orders. His Master reached behind him and detached one chain from the others; the one leading to the collar around his neck. Wrapping it around His hand several times before moving off of the bed, pulling him along.

 

He dropped to his hands and knees immediately, following like the obedient dog he was.

 

“Sit,” his Master ordered.

 

He sat.

 

“Good boy.” He walked over to the armoire where the toys were kept. “Hmm. Since our whipping session was cut short, I think something else is in order,” He said thoughtfully, looking over the equipment in front of Him. Finally selecting a wide leather strap with a wooden handle. Bradley stared at the instrument in his Master's hands for a moment and felt himself harden almost painfully.

 

He chuckled and called him over. “Hands and knees.”

 

He stopped in front of Him, lowering his head until his chin almost touched his chest. Felt the air move as his Master stepped behind him. He took a deep breath and relaxed as he heard the initial swish of the upstroke. Then the hiss and smack as the leather landed across the tops of his thighs. Pleasure and pain sizzled along his nerves and he clenched his teeth against the moan that threatened to escape him. Within minutes he was moaning, digging his fingers into the plush carpet and arching backward into the strikes.

 

“Like that, do you?”

 

He nodded mutely.

 

Hiss, smack. “I knew you did.” Hiss, smack. “But you won't come just yet.” Hiss, smack. “Because it would displease me.” Hiss, smack. “And that control of yours is world famous.”

 

The pressure had built to an almost unbearable level and it took every shred of control he possessed to keep a tight reign on himself. He was panting openly now and so hard it hurt. He teetered on that fine, sharp edge but he kept himself together. He would not displease his Master by losing control.

 

His Master stopped. He presumed He was surveying His handiwork. He felt a minute tug on the chain and turned toward him.

 

“Come along,” He said, pulling lightly on the chain as He walked to the high backed rocking chair and sat down. “Turn. Let me look at you.”

 

He turned so he was facing away from Him. Felt his Master run his hands along his hips, ass and thighs. Checking for any broken skin. Satisfied that there was no serious damage He leaned forward and grasped him by the hair, pulling him up.

 

“Do you want me, Bradley?” He said into his ear.

 

He nodded as best he could with his Master's hand in his hair.

 

“Do you want me inside you? Do you want to feel the slide of my cock inside your hot little ass?”

 

He whimpered, unable to respond or even think of anything but what his Master had just said.

 

“Is that a yes?”

 

He nodded almost breathless with need by this point. He heard his Master chuckle behind him. Gasping as he felt one of his Master's slick fingers slide into his body, followed by a second, stretching him carefully. By the time his Master added a third finger, he was pushing back against His hand seeking more contact.

 

“Stand up and turn toward me,” his Master said.

 

He stood and turned to him, keeping his head down. His Master wasn't moving to get up, so he shot Him a confused look from beneath his lashes.

 

“Put your knees on either side of my hips,” He said. “And sit on my thighs. I'm not taking you just yet.”

 

He blinked in confusion for a moment before doing as his Master commanded. He put his knees on either side of His hips grabbing hold of the back of the chair for balance as it shifted under the combined weight. He felt one of his Master's arms circle around his back, supporting him. It never ceased to amaze him how much strength was contained in the slender almost delicate looking body of his Master. He gasped and tried to suppress a shudder as long slender fingers wrapped around his erection. Skimming along its' length with an almost feather light touch. Enough to stimulate but not enough to gain any real satisfaction from.

 

“I want to see your face when I allow you to come,” He purred into his ear. He slid both hands under his ass, lifting him up and forward then sliding easily into his waiting body.

 

He gasped at the sudden intrusion then put his hands on his Master's shoulders to gain a better balance while he adjusted.

 

“Don't move,” He said, one hand going behind his back again. Then He began to rock in the chair.

 

Brad closed his eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensation. On every forward motion his Master's cock was forced higher into his body. The angle was perfect for hitting just the right spot to make him want to scream.

 

“Open your eyes, Bradley.”

 

He opened them, still keeping his head somewhat lowered in respect.

 

His Master took one hand from behind his back and lifted his chin slightly. “Look at me.”

 

He blinked and looked up trying to focus on what his Master was telling him to do. That was proving to be more difficult than he would have thought as He had not stopped rocking. He was nearly mindless with pleasure at this point. His body was striving for release and he was holding on to control of it by a very tenuous thread.

 

“Who do you belong to, Bradley?” He said, catching his eyes and holding them with his own.

 

Gods, how could the man think right now much less speak? Bradley wondered.

 

“I belong only to You, Master,” he managed to gasp out.

 

“Good. I'm glad you understand that,” He said, rotating his hips on a forward rock.

 

Bradley found himself biting his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood to keep from screaming. The barely held control had come dangerously close to snapping at that point. Nothing had felt this good in his life, he was sure of it. At least he was sure of it until his Master wrapped one hand around his cock and did it again. This time he did scream, fingers digging into his Master's shoulders as he strove to hold back his climax until his Master told him he could come. He knew his Master had to be close too. His breath was coming in short pants, He had stopped rocking and was driving into him hard and fast.

 

“M-Master, please!” he nearly screamed. It was all too much. Too good.

 

His Master drove into him hard, grinding His hips against his ass. “Mmm. That's it, gorgeous. Come for me.”

 

White hot fire seemed to shoot all the way through every nerve in his body. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated through his system spiraling up and outward from the very core of him. He rode out the last wave and put his forehead against his Master's.

 

“When did you learn that little trick,” he asked.

 

Schuldig smirked. “I'm just full of surprises, babe,” he said with a wink. “Get up, you're heavy.”

 

“Maybe I'll just sit on you for a while . . . Master.”

 

“Ja, ja. Want to play Sultan and Slave Boy tomorrow night? I'll be the slave boy.”

 

Bradley's eyebrows quirked up. “Why do you get to be the slave boy?”

 

“Because it's my turn. And I look better in the costume.”