Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ When I Fall ❯ Pain, Pleasure and Harsh Reality ( Chapter 4 )

WooHoo! Another lemon scene! To the people who have taken the time to review this story, thank you for the feedback.

Coming soon the fit hits the shan as Weis discovers the identity of Ken's new boyfriend!

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Strapped to the bed and blindfolded, Ken could only wonder what his master intended. His muscles grew taut with fear. He strained against his bindings. A cool hand trailed across his chest. "Relax. Accept the pain and it will no longer feel like pain." A cold metal thing was attached to his nipple and tightened, another soon followed. "Nipple clamps are interesting little gadgets. I often wonder who thinks up these things." Farfarello told him.

"Now let's see, what else can I do here? Oh, I know." Farfarello sounded delighted for some reason and that only frightened Ken more. "The gates of hell."

"What?!" Ken shouted.

"Hush now or I will have to gag you. Now let me think, the leather, the rubber or the metal. The metal is too hard to remove." Ken heard him throw something to the side with a clinking sound. "The rubber has too much give." Something soft was tossed aside. "The leather it is then." The hand wrapped comfortably around Ken's cock, pumping it gently to bring it full hardness. "Hmm, you are eager today." Something odd replaced the hand. A tight strap was fastened around the base of his penis, quickly followed by three more. The constricting bands ended just below the head of his cock. His hardened length throbbed as the restricted blood struggled to move. The bands made his erection ache. "What else can I do to torture my poor kitten?" Farfarello mused to himself.

Ken bit back the groan trying to creep out of his throat. His cock was starting to hurt, but at the same time it felt good.

"I think I want you in a different position." The master removed one of his slave's ankles from its restraint and placed a pillow under his hips. He forced the leg up until the thigh was pressed against his slave's chest, using a longer tie down; he fastened the ankle to the same D-Ring that held the corresponding wrist. Ken was in a very uncomfortable position with one leg stretched away from his body and fastened above his shoulder. He grimaced at his protesting muscles. The master quickly positioned his other leg in a restraint tied to his other wrist. He was spread wide open, hips angled up and torso bent in a crunch. His breathing was shallow, because the position did not allow him to completely fill his lungs.

Farfarello was smiling evilly at the lustful picture presented to him. His slave was completely ready for him to use, as he desired. "Yes, this is indeed a light punishment. But after yesterday, I don't think you are ready for anything else anyway." He poured out some lube and dabbled his fingers in it before spreading it around Ken's tight opening. The slippery liquid was a warming oil and immediately started a mild tingling. Coating his heavy cock with the oil, the master pushed the head of his cock slowly into the slave, without preparing him for the intrusion. His muscles were still somewhat loose from the day before and easily engulfed the man's solid girth. He began to gentle rock himself back and forth, barely moving. Just enough to tease. Ken bit down on his lip to keep from making any noise as the pleasure and pain washed over him.

The slave's neglected cock weeped from the stimulation, it seemed to grow bigger and become more tightly compressed with every second. Bracing one hand on Ken's leg the master pushed into him harder and watched the ensnared length bounce and grow an angry reddish purple. He picked up the pace slowly, until he was ferociously slamming into his restrained possession. Ken was straining to keep from yelling out to beg his master to take the bands off his cock and bring him release.

"Who am I?" The master asked emphasizing each word with a solid thrust.

"Master, you are my master." Ken sobbed, his words and breath catching in his throat.

"Again, slut. Who am I?"

"My master." He voiced louder, his words clearly showing his desperation. His cock felt as though it was on fire, the bands cutting into his sensitive skin.

"That is correct and you will always address me as such won't you."

"Yes, Master." The brutal pounding continued.

"What are you?" Farfarello asked, reminding his slave of his place.

"I am yours, your slut, your slave, your pet and your possession." The tortured man whispered.

"That's correct." With the final words Farfarello orgasmed and collapsed on his slave catching his breath for a moment. "Now you have earned my forgiveness and I will release you and let you cum." The white haired sadist released his ankles then his wrists and then removed his slave's blindfold. "Look at the gates of hell, slut and know that I could have chosen the metal ones." Ken looked down at his painful erection, surprised to see a series of leather straps fastened together and wrapped around his cock in a tight chain.

"Thank you for your mercy, master." He said sincerely. The metal would have been extremely difficult to remove without being able to cum and go flaccid but the solid metal rings would not have allowed that either.

"If you try to fist yourself with that on, it will chafe terribly. So, I will remove it." Farfarello took off the cage and poured a liberal amount of the warming oil onto the pulsing cock. The oil burned in the raw spots where the rings had abraded him. Ken hissed at the sudden new form of pain.

"I want you to jerk yourself off while I watch slut."

Ken took himself into his own hands and pumped, twisting as his fingers easily slid over the slick length. He was all ready so close to release, it only took a few minutes to bring himself off.

Taking his hand, Farfarello sucked on the cum soaked fingers, licking the mess away. He savored the taste as he looked deep into his pet's eyes, his expression showing his blatant enjoyment of the sensual act.

"Stay here with me tonight." He half asked, half demanded.

"Anything for you master." Ken agreed.

Ken still did not understand why he allowed himself to be taken over by his former enemy, he realized sometime ago that he felt an attraction for the white haired killer. His powerful, wiry body and his incredible skills at fighting almost seemed to be a hypnotic dance at times. The voice that he rarely heard before now, was sensual and exotic, a soft lilt and singsong accent. Ken surrendered. He was trapped in a growing infatuation that he had no desire to be released from.

"I know this might be a difficult subject for you, but tell me what happened between you and Aya, I would like to know." The kindness in his master's voice surprised him.

"I am not entirely sure what it was about really. Aya had never really treated me as anything but an easy fuck. Maybe it's because I kept throwing myself at him and he thought he could get rid of me if he let me have what I wanted. We were scheduled for a mission and he seemed tense and irritable all day. That night he was about to finish the assignment and kill the target, put I was thrown into the target by one of the guards. I think I traveled a good ten feet through the air. So Aya ended up killing the guard and pushing me off the target to finish the job. He proceeded to scream at me all the way out of the building about being a screw-up."

"I think that Aya may have been dealing with outside issues that were affecting his actions towards you. However, I also believe that he wanted Yohji and felt that you were in the way."

"That's an interesting guess. What do you base that on master?"

"Schuldich did a little prying."

"Oh."

Farfarello, held his pet and gently stroked his back, lulling him into sleep, before falling asleep himself.

Sometime during the night, in the darkened room, Ken was brought to another orgasm as his lover took him deep into his mouth. Sucking him, stroking him with a wet tongue. He woke up to feel his body explode into Farfarello's hot mouth. The drifted back into a deep sleep as his lover soothed him.

Early the next morning Farfarello dropped Ken off at the Koneko. No one else was awake yet, so Ken quietly made his way to his room and turned on his coffee pot. A soft knock at the door was heard and he answered it. Omi was standing there in his pajamas, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He pulled the younger boy into the room and locked the door behind him.

"Hey, would you be upset with me if I transferred to a new team?" Ken asked.

"No, with the way Aya and Yohji have been lately, going out on missions could put you in danger. There is no guarantee that either of them would have your back."

"I was thinking the same thing. Omi, I found someone, but it will probably upset you."

"Who is it?" Omi sounded worried.

Ken took a deep breath and sighed, turning his back so that he wouldn't have to see Omi's expression. "Farfarello."

"Are you out of your mind! That guy is insane! He killed my sister and you, you…. Damn it!" Omi shouted and unlocked the door and slammed it shut behind him.

"That went well. Not." Ken slipped down onto the floor. Suddenly depressed by his best friend's reaction.

He sat in his darkened room, not feeling anything, just numb. After what was probably a few hours, Yohji opened the door and looked in. "We have a mission tonight, so get your ass together."

Ken didn't answer or acknowledge the door as it shut again.