Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Silver ❯ Chapter 5

Seto looked through the sheaf of papers detailing which buildings needed proper security testing, and how much he'd be willing to pay for each test, as well as all the other terms one last time before he called for his limo. They'd made plans to visit a different BDSM club that night, one called The Silver Mask, and he could leave these in Ryou's house for Bakura to look over later. The way Wraith had been treating them since he'd altered their Shadow Magic had changed as well, and Seto could tell that Silver was far more comfortable now that he wasn't expected to play at being dominant to Bronze. He had enjoyed the slight pushing of his limits Wraith had done last time they were at a club, and he wondered if that would be expected of him again, although he still intended to refuse to expose himself in front of anyone.

 

He didn't think Wraith would ask that of him anyway, not yet, and Seto pushed his questions about tonight's plans aside mentally as he rang the bell at Ryou's door.

 

“Come in.” Ryou didn't bother with any other greeting, and although he looked at the papers in Seto's hand with open curiosity he didn't actually ask him about them.

 

“I've got some potential jobs for Bakura, one-off tests mostly. Shall I leave these for him to look at later?”

 

“Please, you can give them to me, and I'll file them away for him to read tomorrow, while you go clean yourself up properly before you meet me in the playroom.” Properly meant inside as well, Seto nodded silently, already beginning to submerse himself in the persona of Bronze, and went to get himself clean. He didn't need to wash his hair, not since it would be covered up by a wig, but he made sure to clean himself everywhere, shaving under his arms as well as what little hair grew on his legs as well because Wraith had left the razor prominently in view in silent order.

 

When he got to their playroom he found Silver kneeling in what he recognised as display pose 1 by now, wearing nothing but jewellery and a black tunic reaching to mid thigh length and Wraith, holding a bronze butt plug, with a kettle resting on the table beside him.

 

“I've cast a Shadow Magic spell on this so the external temperature won't reach above about 37 degrees Celsius. Will you have any problem with that?” Seto felt a bit surprised that Wraith was bothering to ask, until he remembered that he wasn't actually wearing his wig or collar yet. “Or with wearing the equivalent of what Silver's wearing?”

 

“I can handle both of those things.” He wouldn't be recognisable after all, and as long as he didn't have to do anything in front of an audience, except perhaps let Wraith give him wine, or do the same for Silver...

 

“Good, and if I ask you'll be willing to give me a blow job, or a hand job, right? No matter what the circumstances around us are.”

 

“As long as you don't ask me to get undressed I can accept that.”

 

“Agreed. Now put your wig and collar on and become Bronze.” That was an interesting, and not a little disturbing insight into how Ryou thought; it hadn't needed a change of clothes to make Seto think of Ryou as Wraith, and he sometimes found himself thinking of Bakura as Silver even when his collar was hidden. But at least it was a sort of safety valve for him, as soon as he removed his wig and collar Ryou would treat him as Kaiba Seto, CEO of Kaiba Corp, and his friend, not as Bronze, Lord Wraith's less then perfectly trained sub. He picked the wig and collar up from the small table they were resting on, fastening the collar around his neck before fitting the wig over his hair and kneeling to present himself to his Master.

 

“Watch me.” Bronze sat back on his heels, looking up as Lord Wraith unscrewed the base of the bronze butt plug and poured boiling water from the kettle inside it. “Now, on your hands and knees.” Bronze wasn't good enough to get into any of the display poses, not properly at any rate, although he'd gained flexibility and stamina since he'd started on the daily yoga and tai chi routines Bakura had suggested for him. He settled onto the floor, legs slightly spread to give Wraith better access and shivered as he felt his Master's fingers inside him, preparing him. Then he felt the warm metal of the plug nudging at his entrance, pressing inside him, stretching him more, not as much as Wraith's cock did, but enough to make him moan in pleasure as his cock hardened.

 

Then, once the butt plug was fully seating inside him Wraith reached around and fastened a bronze studded leather cock-ring at the base of his cock, keeping him from climaxing, or softening. Wraith-sama slapped him on the ass then, laughing. “Get up.” He nodded towards the other door. “There's clothes and everything else you need through there. Get ready to go.”

 

That didn't require a response, Bronze simply stood and obeyed, walking through the door to find a tunic almost identical to Silver's and jewellery in bronze - bracelets, anklets and a waist chain as well as the familiar bronze nail polish and red lipstick, with mascara this time. He dressed quickly, adding the jewellery with equal speed and only slowed down to use the mascara and nail polish because he had to. Then, once the polish was dry he turned and walked back into the playroom, kneeling to greet Lord Wraith, catching a glimpse of the way he was brushing Silver's hair before pressing his face to the floor.

 

“Stand.” Wraith-sama was standing as well, depositing Silver onto his feet as he did so, and he took hold of Bronze's arm as well, then Bronze felt the chill of the Shadow Realm forming around them. Again they appeared in a changing room, and this time Bronze assumed that Wraith-sama had arranged payment for their visit earlier, although Wraith didn't say so. The `mainstream' part of the club looked almost normal, if you ignored the way many patrons were dressed and the body language most displayed, but the employees were all wearing silver coloured masks of one sort or another.

 

This time it was Bronze assigned to carry the tray with their drinks, but he couldn't do what Silver had, couldn't kneel to present the tray to their Master, holding it above his head perfectly stable. Instead he just stood holding the tray until Wraith-sama moved the drinks to the table he'd selected and taken the tray from him, then he knelt at his master's feet mirroring Silver. It was a bit uncomfortable to kneel there, his heels pressing the butt plug deeper inside him, but he did have practice in this at least, so he made a point of trying to keep anyone from guessing that he was filled.

 

Wraith-sama lightly touched Bronze's shoulder, then patted his lap and he obediently climbed up to sit on his Master's knees, curling himself so his head was below Lord Wraith's. He shut his eyes, waiting for more instructions, verbal or otherwise, but he knew that he wasn't expected to keep his eyes open when he was in Lord Wraith's lap, and it was easier than trying to keep his gaze cast appropriately down. And he didn't certainly need his eyes open to drink the wine Wraith-sama passed into his mouth from his own.

 

“Well done, I think this makes for a better show than if you had your eyes open, Bronze.” No answer was required, so Bronze just licked at his Master's lower lip when he felt his face approaching with the next mouthful of wine, something he'd read was a submissive gesture in wolves. When Wraith drew back he laughed, sounding almost pleased.

 

“I never instructed you to do that. Get back on the floor and hold your hands out palm up at chest height.” Wraith-sama had insisted that they needed to plan at least one punishment he could use on Bronze if it turned out to be necessary when they visited the clubs, and while he was willing to indulge Bronze's problems he would not tolerate disobedience or insolence. Bronze watched from beneath lowered lashes as Wraith-sama removed the leather wristband he wore, and folded it over carefully holding both ends together, and then bringing it down swiftly twice on each of his open palms. He hadn't expected it to hurt quite that much, and he gave a quiet, half-strangled yelp with the first blow, but then he managed to keep quiet for the other three, and he watched with a sense of mild jealousy as Wraith-sama immediately lost interest in him, pulling Silver up into his lap instead. Bronze folded his hands into his lap and just waited for his Master to decide to return his attention to him, watching Lord Wraith from beneath lowered lashes the way he'd learned to, something distinctly different from the way he'd needed to watch Gozaburo. He was touching Silver far more freely and intimately than he'd touched Bronze, and he repressed his jealousy, knowing that Wraith-sama's discretion with him had been because of the rules he'd insisted on, and his discomfort with anything even vaguely public.

 

Then Wraith gently lifted Silver from his lap, setting him on his feet and handing the empty wine glass to him.

 

“Take this back to the bar.” Once Silver had left Wraith-sama gave two signals with his left hand, telling Bronze to give him a blow job, and to make it slow, and teasing. He immediately moved to kneel between Lord Wraith's open legs and unfastened his pants, using his teeth and tongue rather than his hand, and took his Master into his mouth, moving slowly and carefully, to bring him to and maintain his arousal, without actually bringing him to climax.

 

-o-()-o-

 

Ryou hadn't invented an excuse to punish Bronze, but he was pleased that his sub had given him one; his sensual talents always seemed to improve just after he'd been punished for something. That very submissive licking at his lower lip had been very arousing, but it wasn't something he'd known about ahead of time, or instructed Bronze to do, and so, even if he did decide to require that, he had to punish him for taking that initiative.

 

And now he let his hands cup the back of Bronze's head allowing him to display the skills Silver had taught him. There wouldn't be any point in controlling him with a grip in his hair for this, not considering that he'd ordered Bronze to make it slow and teasing - instead he planned to keep Bronze doing this for a while, at least quarter of an hour, or more likely half an hour. Silver returned and took up his position at Ryou's side, and once he had his slave where he could touch him Ryou shut his eyes and let himself focus on the feeling of what Bronze was doing for him. And he reached out to brush against Silver's mind lightly, enjoying the simplicity in his slave's thoughts, a simplicity he was ashamed of never really noticing before. It was so different from Bakura's normal thought patterns that he should have recognised that there was some sort of dissociation without needing to be told. The only excuse a Master could have had for not noticing was an inability to directly sense his slave's mental state, and Ryou couldn't hide behind that, since he was telepathic with Silver, even if he wasn't with Bronze.

 

The Silver Mask was like Velvet Glove in that it didn't have `official' floor shows, like the ones on the stages in The Foxhole, or in the pits in some other clubs, but they didn't expect patrons to hide away when they were playing either. So Ryou found that he'd attracted an audience as he helped his slave and sub to drink, and punished Bronze for his impudence, not that he minded being watched, and they started dispersing when it was obvious he wasn't going to do anything else worth watching.

 

But one domme did sit down beside him, her sub kneeling at her feet. “Hello, I'm Raven. Might I ask your name?”

 

“I'm known as Wraith.”

 

“Lord Wraith! What are you doing somewhere so tame?” Ryou couldn't help but laugh at her shock, or the way she forgot to control her sub and the other woman looked up at him directly in shock.

 

“I recently acquired a sub, in addition to my slave, and I'm introducing him to the scene gradually.”

 

“Oh, is that the one kneeling between your legs? I admit I don't understand why you'd bother with a sub when you've already got a slave, isn't there a risk of that causing jealousy?”

 

“I did make sure my Silver wouldn't be upset before I agreed to take Bronze on. Yes, I know that theoretically I could take another sub or slave without consulting him, but why risk having my two precious metals fighting all the time instead of focused on my pleasure?”

 

“Some masters find it amusing to watch their slaves fighting. I don't, and truthfully I'm happy just keeping my Dove here, without bothering with any more slaves. Are you mainly bringing Bronze to the clubs where an unclaimed sub will still be safe, or will you be trying some of the clubs where a sub can't go about without someone claiming them?”

 

“Both, I'll make sure he knows the difference of course, but I don't intend to restrict myself once I've got him used to the scene.” Ryou took a sip of his absinthe while Raven replied.

 

“I'm a bit surprised that someone with your reputation would bother with an untrained sub so new to the scene Wraith.”

 

“I know him outside of the scene, and when he figured out he was interested in this sort of thing he asked me.” Ryou shrugged and changed the subject, asking how Raven liked to display her Dove. It was an interesting conversation, and while he was talking he let Silver lick the wine from the second glass off his fingers. He only realised how long he'd been chatting when he glanced at the glass, and realised it was almost a quarter empty, he'd let Bronze work on him far longer than planned, his sub's jaw had to be killing him by now.

 

All it took was laying his hand on the back of Bronze's head, fingertips resting at the base of his skull, and the sub froze, mouth open, and Ryou knew he was relaxing his throat muscles so he wouldn't be hurt as Ryou thrust in, deep and fast, climaxing quickly. Then he fastened his pants and pulled Bronze up into his lap, taking a quick drink of his absinthe, before beginning to feed some wine to Bronze with a kiss, letting him know he was forgiven. He noticed that Raven was watching him with a wistful look on her face, and then she handed some money to Dove, telling her what to go and buy.

 

“You ever go to any of the places you can't send your sub off to get things for you?” Ryou didn't, not anymore, he had once or twice, but it wasn't worth it, he couldn't bring himself to relax in those places. And it was in one of the places like that he'd got his invite to the bottom feeder club.

 

“No. My Dove is precious to me, and since you name your property for precious metals I'd think you feel the same way.”

 

“Oh, I do. But I did visit a couple of those clubs to see what they were like...not worth the trouble.” He shrugged. “I'd heard of them, and I was curious, but I always felt on edge, as if everyone there wanted to steal my Silver from me. And were perfectly willing to act on it.” Of course if anyone had managed to do something like that they'd soon find themselves with an enraged Touzokuou on their hands, and it would have almost been worth losing Bakura for a while to see the looks on their faces when they realised what they'd done to themselves. Almost, he wouldn't want to risk having Bakura hurt before he realised he needed to be Touzokuou, not Silver, and Ryou wasn't entirely sure of how they switched.

 

“I'd love to borrow Silver for a while, and I don't usually like men, just women. Your instincts were most likely right, I'd bet there were at least three schemes going on to get a chance at him.” She turned her attention to Dove who'd returned, carrying a tray with a bottle of brandy and two snifters set on it. “Table.” Ryou raised an eyebrow when he saw the second snifter, but he didn't comment on it, focusing instead on her implied request to borrow Silver.

 

“And what would you do with my Silver if you got your hands on him?”

 

“Test to see how long he could hold one of those display poses you're so fond of putting him in with a vibrator on its highest setting inside him of course.”

 

“Inventive.” Ryou brushed Silver's mind lightly, enjoying the frission of arousal Raven's words had sparked. He handed the, now only quarter-full, glass of wine down to Silver, and set Bronze down on his feet before picking up his glass of absinthe and drinking from it. :Finish the wine Silver.:

 

Raven looked slightly surprised at that, and he supposed he couldn't quite blame her, even if a lot of Masters allowed their subs and slaves to drink from glasses even in public he'd been making a quiet point of not doing so, and he'd looked surprised at the implication that she gave Dove her own glass - although she hadn't let the slave use the second snifter, preferring to let Dove sip from her own snifter, holding it for her. “I brought a couple of vibrators with me, you want to go to one of the private rooms and try your idea out?”

 

“I'd love to, thank you.” She smiled and stood when Ryou did, signalling for Dove to stand just a second after Ryou had Silver and Bronze rise to their feet. “Tray.” She assumed that Dove was following her as she walked beside Ryou, although he paused long enough to give the slave a chance to pick the tray up.

 

“By the way Lady Raven, was there a reason you ordered two snifters instead of just one?”

 

“I hoped you'd care to drink with me, of course Lord Wraith.” She smiled at him as she spoke. “And now that you're offering to provide such an interesting show...”

 

“Ah, generous of you, my thanks. But that reminds me, we need to stop by the bar for a moment.” He changed direction, and bought two bottles of expensive beer, from one of the new microbreweries, two bottles of water and had the bar staff fill a bowl with cold water as well as leaving them orders for what they were to do when he sent Bronze up to pick up the things he'd need to take care of Silver afterwards. They found a room with two comfortable chairs and not much else to perform the experiment in and Ryou had Silver strip first.

 

“Display pose 2.” Silver spread his legs so far apart he could barely keep his balance, folded his arms behind his back, each hand gripping the opposite elbow, and then bent forward until his torso was parallel to the floor, leaving his body totally open to any caresses Ryou cared to make. Ryou pulled Silver's butt plug out quickly and lubed up the vibrator he'd brought for him, inserting it inside him slowly and then twisting it to its highest setting.

 

He pulled Bronze up against him when he saw Raven push Dove's head down between her legs, and cast a quick spell to keep her from hearing anything, reaching up to pull Bronze's head down as a distraction.

 

“I'll give you a choice, you can either ride me while we're watching Silver, or suck me, either way I'll be expecting you to keep it up until he can't maintain his posture. You'll still be covered by your tunic if you choose to ride me. I'll give a signal with my right hand, and you can act out your choice.” He dropped the spell when he could see that Bronze understood and moved to sit with Raven, on the other side of the table they'd put the drinks on, in Silver's view.

 

-o-()-o-

 

Silver watched his Master from the corner of his eye, focusing mostly on keeping his balance, and using the building strain in his muscles to distract from the pleasure coming from the buzzing vibrator in his ass.

 

“By the way Silver, this time I won't punish you when you can't hold your position, as long as you genuinely can't. Or if you climax.” Wraith-sama laughed as he finished speaking, and Lady Raven seemed amused as well. :This signal isn't for you.: Wraith-sama gave the signal for collecting a tray with his right hand and Bronze immediately came to kneel between his legs, and pleasure him.

 

Lord Wraith began talking with Lady Raven, but what they were saying didn't matter, and he had a task to complete, so he began focusing on the physical sensations again. That wouldn't help keep him from climaxing though, and he let his mind wander, registering the sensations building up, and then dismissing them, pushing them to another part of his mind, losing track of the time as he felt small tremors build in his muscles.

 

“Bronze, go back to the bar and get the stuff I arranged for. You may speak if you need to.” Silver didn't pay any real attention to Lord Wraith's words, even if they were a command they weren't for him and he needed all his focus to keep from either climaxing, or collapsing. It wasn't long after he heard Bronze returning that he couldn't hold his climax off any longer, and that put him off balance enough that he fell to his knees, barely managing to avoid landing face first on the floor.

 

Silver felt more than heard or saw his Master stand and come to kneel beside him, gathering him into his arms and turning the vibrator off before removing it.

 

“Break stance.” With that Silver stopped trying to maintain what little was left of the required pose and relaxed in Lord Wraith's embrace, shivering ever so slightly and closing his eyes. He didn't respond as he felt a warm wet cloth against his skin, cleaning him off, and warming his stiff muscles, soothing some of the aches he'd accumulated, but by the time Wraith-sama followed that up with a warmed towel to dry him off the shivering had stopped and he was ready to continue serving his Master.

 

“Raven, was this display satisfactory for you?” Lord Wraith sat back in his chair as he spoke, casually opening his trousers and giving the signal for Silver to ride him.

 

“Very.” Arousal was thick in her voice and she watched hungrily as Silver came and straddled his master, guiding him into his well-stretched entrance. He didn't look directly at her of course, keeping his gaze appropriately downcast and glancing at her from the corner of his eye since she was the only unfamiliar element in the room. “Does he know how to satisfy a woman with his mouth?”

 

“No, and I don't intend to have him learn.” Silver was unbearably aroused by the warning in his Master's voice, but he was too well trained to climax from that, especially since he'd only just climaxed, and he focused on pleasing Lord Wraith instead.

 

“I apologise. You have been more than generous Lord Wraith, I was simply curious about his training.” There was just a hint of fear in Lady Raven's voice, and Silver found that slightly amusing.

 

“Then you will allow me to be similarly curious about your Dove's training.” Wraith-sama's voice made Silver shiver, razor blades hidden in sugar candy.

 

“She knows how to please a man, but not from my training, and I have good reason not to share her with any man, reason beyond my possessiveness.” There was an edge of danger to the lady's voice, and Silver was glad when his Master heeded it.

 

“I won't ask about that. I would never share my Silver with any other dominant, submissives are a different matter of course, but you imply you'd be willing to share with a woman?”

 

“If I knew her well enough, and trusted her enough, yes. But I'd never take a male submissive or slave, and if I borrowed one then I would make sure Dove was somewhere else when I was playing with him.” From the corner of his eyes Silver could see Dove shiver between Lady Raven's thighs, and the lady stroked her hair soothingly.

 

“I see. Your consideration for your slave's needs is admirable.” Lord Wraith took hold of Silver's hips, and forced him to a faster pace, thrusting into him roughly. “Unfortunately I cannot stay much longer, as I have things to do tomorrow.” He climaxed inside Silver and lifted him off his cock to replace the butt plug, trapping Lord Wraith's seed inside him, and set him on his feet. “Get dressed.”

 

Silver knelt to pick up his tunic, pulling it on swiftly without rising again, then remained where he was kneeling to wait for further instructions, watching his Master from beneath lowered lashes.

 

“I understand. I wish I could offer the sort of show you just shared with me, but...”

 

“You don't often play these sort of games, and not for an audience, I understand. Besides, I don't think I'd have time to watch it. Farewell.” Wraith-sama stood, bowing over Raven's hand to kiss it in formal farewell, then turned, signalling for Silver and Bronze to follow him by a flick of each hand. He took his position three steps behind Wraith-sama and one to the right, careful not to raise his eyes too far, and they made their way to the changing room they'd arrived in. Then Lord Wraith drew on his strength and Bronze's to take them both home, arriving in the playroom.

 

“Tunics off. I want to see you suck each other, first one to climax won't be playing anymore tonight.” Bronze broke training then, turning to look directly at Lord Wraith, and starting to speak without permission.

 

“Wha-”

 

“Silence.” Silver could feel the Shadow Magic their Master used, but not what it was used for. “If I'm not going to play with you then you can just go home, but...you spoke without permission. Come here.” Silver watched discreetly as Wraith replaced Bronze's butt plug with a vibrator, turning it on, and fastened a ring gag into his mouth before turning him over his knee. “Ten blows I think.” And he used a paddle to administer the blows before cuffing his hands behind his back and sending Bronze over to join Silver.

 

Silver shrugged mentally, their Master was making sure Bronze would be the one to climax first, even if he hadn't known a man could when wearing a cock ring until tonight. He was hard from riding Wraith-sama anyway, so it was easy enough to push into Bronze's mouth and then he grasped Bronze's hips and began the process of giving him an expert blow job as he fucked the other's mouth. He was nowhere near ready to climax again when he tasted Bronze's seed in his mouth and pulled back to kneel and wait for their Master to dismiss Bronze.

 

He kept his eyes cast down appropriately, but he could hear Lord Wraith releasing Bronze and removing all of the decorations adorning his body, then washing him down and drying him off, even if the last two parts of their customary aftercare seemed a little hurried. Then he heard his Master approaching, even though he knew better than to try to look up and see him without permission.

 

“You did well tonight Silver.” He shut his eyes in pleasure as he felt his Master stroking his hair, it was permitted since he was being praised. “In fact I intend to reward you, and I'll even give you the choice of what reward I grant you.” Lord Wraith pulled him to his feet, and removed all the decorations on his body as he spoke before washing him down and drying him off slowly. “Think about it while you clean up the toys we've been using, then report to me in our bedroom. And just so that you have something to amuse yourself while you're doing that...” Silver could feel Wraith-sama slide a familiar silver egg inside his body, it was enchanted to vibrate at whatever interval his Master chose it to, for however long his Master chose. “This will vibrate for one minute every fifteen minutes, and I expect you to report to me within an hour and a half. Do you understand? You may speak to answer.”

 

“Yes Wraith-sama, I understand.”

 

“Good.” Silver thought about what his Master had offered while he cleaned the equipment almost on autopilot, it was a simple enough matter anyway. All the toys they'd used that night were made of metal, and of alloys that didn't rust, and Lord Wraith had bought a small autoclave, one that took twenty minutes to cycle. The main difficulty was making sure he packed the toys in the right arrangement so that it would only take three cycles to clean everything, then pack them away, even if they were still hot. But he was kneeling in front of Wraith-sama well within the allotted time.

 

“What did you decide to ask for my beautiful Silver?” Lord Wraith lifted Silver's head with a finger beneath his chin so he could see Silver's face, even though he kept his eyes appropriately downcast, so he couldn't see his Master's face. “You may speak.”

 

“To spend the night in your arms, after you've taken me, and...with you still inside me?” He was being presumptuous, he knew, but his Master had asked him what he wanted. Lord Wraith just laughed for a moment before responding.

 

“Granted, and I'll even let you come when I do. Now get on that bed and start to open yourself for me.”

 

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