Master of Slaves

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Master of Slaves

Chapter 10: The Calm before the Storm

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He fought valiantly.

Like a lion.

Yet there he was, the ferocious lion, looking more like a nymph with spread knees that kissed the plank beneath him.

Seifer smirked lecherously, circling Squall like a stalking predator, admiring every inch of his handiwork.

It hadn’t been easy, not in the least.

He had proof he mused as his tongue swept over his bloody lip.

But Seifer was an expert in the art of subduing.

The fiery rage that consumed him moments ago had smoldered into a thick lust.

It darkened his emerald eyes. The eyes that didn’t dare blink, lest they miss an inch of exposed flesh.

The brunet was tied taut with thick ropes; expertly keeping his limbs neatly arranged where Seifer wanted them.

He had been striped of his robe and subdued onto all fours.

A metal bar kept his knees spread wide, leather cuffs linking onto the underside of each knee. His wrists were strapped into leather cuffs, an extension of the table; a table that made him feel more like an experiment than a prisoner.

Squall pressed his sweaty palms hard against the table, as if the straps on his wrists would give way if he tried hard enough. His arms trembled from the exertion. His head hung heavy between his tense shoulder blades, much like his manhood did between tense thighs.

Seifer’s eyes greedily feasted upon the brunet’s naked body, every inch of exposed flesh making his cock twitch and his fingers itch.

He flexed his gloved fingers, the leather creaking with the movement.

“ All that show of defiance and what did it earn you?” Seifer mocked in a husky voice.

He took a step closer to the brunette, his chest level with the boy’s upturned bottom. His eyes alight as they fell onto his rosy entrance.

“ It’s very curious, your actions.” Seifer carried on, his voice deepened from the desire, but exhuming a confidence that left no question of who had the upper hand.

This was his domain.

This was exactly where he wanted the brunet.

At his mercy.

There was nothing Squall could do to challenge Seifer’s authority.

Noting at all…

His gloved fingers gingerly touched Squall’s silky thigh. The boy’s muscles visibly tightened under the touch.

Seifer smiled and spoke, “ You knew I would punish you, yet you still did it.”

His eyes followed his fingers as he slowly traced the indentation of the boy’s tightened muscle.

Seifer dragged them all the way to the curve of his hip and paused, “ I think you really are a glutton for punishment.” He whispered hoarsely placing his open palm onto the boy’s smooth bottom.

Squall quivered.

In what?

Rage?

Fear?

Excitement?

Seifer chuckled quietly in silent assurance that whatever violent emotion shook the brunet would soon be broken by lust.

He removed his hand and turned away from the sultry sight, striding toward his shelf of instruments.

He curled his leather-encased fingers around a thick wooden paddle and he shot a wicked smile over his shoulder, “ However, I know I’m going to enjoy this infinitely more than you.”

He would have the brunet begging by the end.

Squall shuddered as he felt Seifer’s heat settle behind him once again. His silver eyes darted frantically across the room. It had been a labor to hide his apprehension from Seifer, however, with the man standing behind him, he couldn’t steady his jagged breaths.

“ You’ve had this coming for a while now.” That strong voice spoke with a promise of what was to come.

Squall screwed his eyes shut and braced himself mentally for the oncoming pain.

And then it came.

In the form of a paddle smacking his bare ass.

Squall jerked forward against his restraints and couldn’t help the gruff grunt that forcefully pushed past his lips.

Before he could form a coherent thought the paddle was brought across his bare cheek once again.

He ground his teeth against the hot stinging pain.

It came down again, harder, on the other cheek.

Something between a feral growl and a gasp tore from his throat.

And again, he felt the heavy wood beat against his soft buttocks.

He curled his fingers against the wooden plank beneath him.

Seifer aimed again for the right cheek.

He tried to concentrate on sound of the paddle cracking against his skin to lessen the pain.

But once it cracked his left cheek, he panicked.

He huffed violently, his face contorted in angry agony.

His eyes began to water despite himself.

It hurt, it fucking hurt.

He’d taken a lot of beatings growing up, but never this.

His calluses extended everywhere except where Seifer mercilessly targeted.

He didn’t want to show his pain, but it came through with every huff and grunt.

Beyond the pain he was utterly incensed by this humiliation.

He was humiliated to be exposed like a whore.

He was humiliated to be subjected to this punishment.

He was humiliated to be at Seifer’s mercy.

Seifer’s eyes were trained on Squall’s every reaction. Every flinch, every, tremble, every sound, Seifer caught and absorbed with sick satisfaction. Those glowing green eyes swept across Squall’s flushed body.

After a few more spanks for good measure he paused and held the paddle flush against the boy’s abused butt. It was his way of letting Squall know that punishment was still a threat.

“ Apologize like a good boy and I’ll stop.” Seifer demanded gruffly.

Squall grit his teeth. It hurt like hell, but he’d rather endure it over succumbing to the blonde’s wishes.

“ Over my dead body.” He spat out venomously through clenched teeth.

Seifer arched a brow smugly, “ over your sore ass you mean.” And with that he smacked the paddle on both of Squall’s cheeks, mindful of his balls.

It echoed through the room as did Squall’s fierce yelp.

Just when Squall thought that Seifer had settled into a rhythm he could endure, Seifer sped up his pace.

The blonde bit the bloody bump on his lip as he set a furious pace of spanking his disobedient slave.

Squall shrieked pathetically for the first round. His own noises along with the utter degradation making his stomach curl in disgust with himself and with Seifer.

He fought his instinct with tooth and nail to withhold his screams. He bit his lip to keep his mouth shut, but the urge to cry out only built. A drop of blood splattered onto the wooden plank from his lip. And one by one they continued to splatter silently with every second Squall struggled.

He dug his nails into the wood beneath his palms.

His body rocked and jerked in a rapid, violent pace, rocking with each spank.

He felt his limp cock slap his stomach and his balls sway in time with Seifer’s smacking.

His arms trembled with the effort of trying to keep him up.

This kept up for some time. He prayed to Hyne and any deity that would lend an ear that Seifer grow tired, and soon, because his will was faltering by the second.

There was only so much he could take.

He huffed and groaned.

His toes curled and his buttocks clenched.

A small whimper escaped him and Seifer increased his vigor.

The sound set the blonde off.

He was adamant on getting Squall to scream.

Squall’s eyes widened impossibly large in shock. He couldn’t fathom where Seifer found the strength to continue. The devastated brunet cried out reluctantly.

His cheeks were searing hot.

He screwed his eyes shut to the tears that began to fall.

His arms collapsed under his weight.

He couldn’t break down, he couldn’t, not so soon!

He snarled angrily, picking his head up slightly and staring straight ahead through sweat-plastered bangs.

“ Say it Squall.” Seifer’s voice resounded over the sound of wood slapping skin harshly.

Seifer sensed Squall’s faltering willpower.

This enraged the brunet even more.

He opened his mouth and amidst his own cries he mustered out a strained, “ fuck you.”

Seifer felt his adrenaline surge within his veins and he mercilessly let out a slew of spanks that made his own shoulders protest.

Squall’s head snapped up and he screamed, his reluctant to show his pain no longer a thought in his mind.

He rocked with the force of Seifer’s punishment.

This was unfathomable!

He shed hot angry tears, burying his head between his shoulders.

His mouth went slack and the groans of protest and pain left unabatedly.

He screamed like a wanton whore.

It needed to stop!

He couldn’t stand it any longer!

“ I-I’m sorry!” Squall screamed, his neck muscles bulging with the effort.

As soon as the words left his mouth the abuse stopped and Squall collapsed as much as his restraints would allow him into a shivering, sniveling mess upon the table.

Seifer’s hard eyes feasted upon the sweat beads that gathered between his shoulder blades. Squall’s skin glistened with the light sheen of sweat clinging to his body. Seifer wiped a bead of sweat from his own brow. His breathing slightly labored, but nothing compared to Squall’s huffing and heaving on the table. He shrugged his coat off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He raked a hand through his disheveled golden locks and placed the paddle back on to the shelf, grabbing a vile of something on his way back to Squall.

He couldn’t help it when his cock jumped at the sight of the tethered boy on the table. His chest resting against the table and his bottom propped high in the air. His skin was flushed a brilliant sanguine. His buttocks were ruddy and swollen. Seifer couldn’t resist resting his gloved palm against a swollen cheek.

Squall immediately flinched and mouthed an incoherent protest; he was still reeling.

Seifer shushed him and gently kneaded the engorged flesh, “ Shh, I told you, if you listen to me I will show you mercy.”

Seifer wasn’t entirely without sympathy for the boy. But he had to be taught a lesson. He had held back until the last volley of spanks to get Squall to submit.

This was Seifer’s expertise – discipline. He knew how much pressure he could apply without causing serious bodily harm onto his slaves. All of his punishments were temporary. He would never inflict serious harm onto one of his slaves, especially not the beauty writhing on the table before him.

He was actually proud of the boy for submitting. He peeled his gloves off his fingers. With his teeth he pulled the cork out of the vile he had taken from the shelf and poured a generous amount into his palm.

He smeared the clear liquid onto Squall’s sensitive cheeks. Squall sucked in air harshly and jerked away from his hand instinctually.

A muffled, yet strong, “ don’t touch me”, came from Squall.

The boy was resilient as hell. He had to give credit where credit was due.

“ Hush. This will help with the sting, unless you fancy a welted bottom.” Seifer chuckled fondly as he continued his ministrations.

Skilled fingers gently massaged the salve into plump flesh. The glow in his eyes softened and a small smile curled his lips.

The salve took effect immediately. Squall shivered from the cool tingling sensation against his hot skin. He laid completely still as Seifer kneaded his tender flesh, silently disgusted with himself for appreciating Seifer cool touch against his swollen skin. His head still buried in his arms he wanted to laugh bitterly. And here he thought that Seifer would let his bottom bruise and blister. He was still reeling with rage internally, but he was thankful that the blonde was more brain than beast. The punishment was really only about the humiliation, not the pain. The pain was only the mean used to get him to submit.

Realizing this, Squall’s shoulders shook with shame as the pain gradually ebbed away to a dull throb.

He abruptly shrugged away from Seifer’s hands, dismissing the faded pain that moments ago compelled him to allow this.

The blonde’s hands hovering over Squall and he chuckled amusedly, “ hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to bite the hand that feeds?”

Squall grunted in response and pushed himself up all fours. His left arm buckled slightly under the sudden weight. Apparently his body hadn’t caught up to his mind. Embarrassed he started tugging against his wrist cuffs in a display of defiance.

Seifer watched with his tongue in cheek, delighted that Squall still had spirit in him yet, because he was far from done with the boy…

“ Untie me.” Squall huffed, wringing his wrists in his leather cuffs.

“ You are in no position to demand anything of me.” Seifer replied lightheartedly.

Squall balled his fists and slammed them against the table,“ Fucking untie me!”

Seifer stood behind him in still contemplation.

“ Under one condition.”

Squall bowed his head, admittedly ashamed that he was about to listen to the man’s terms. He dreaded what they would be…

He dreaded the deep voice that followed.

“ You ask me… nicely.” Seifer emphasized the last word with a touch of venom that meant business.

Squall swallowed thickly. He swirled his tongue around his dry mouth. It already tasted bitter with the notion of conceding to the blonde.

“ Untie me…please.” He uttered caustically, the ‘please’ almost inaudible.

Behind him Seifer quirked a smug half smirk.

He was going to push it.

“ Address me as master.”

“ Fuck you.” Squall spat back and whipped his neck to the side.

He flinched when a hot hand connected with his tender buttocks in a resounding slap.

“ These are the conditions, take it or leave it.” Seifer stated, his hand hovering inches from the boy’s butt.

Squall ground his teeth and blanched his fists. He wasn’t about to play into Seifer’s game. There was only so much of his pride he was willing to swallow in one night.

The air between them was ridden with a tight tension, one playful, and one fierce.

“ Well…I’m waiting.” Seifer spoke calmly after a silent moment elapsed.

“ You’ll be waiting a long time then!”

Seifer spanked him, playfully. It didn’t have the force behind it that demanded compliance like the paddle did. And though he was thankful for that, it made his heart pulsate with quickly escalading anger.

He didn’t like being toyed with, like some four-legged pet.

He was human Hyne-damned!

Another spank to his bottom ripped him from his internal struggle.

“ You’re only making this harder on yourself Squall.” Seifer smirked, thoroughly enjoying Squall’s defiance for once.

“ Fuck you.” Squall bit out.

This earned him another spank to his throbbing bottom. His initial flinch turned into a shiver as Seifer’s palm gently caressed the imprint left on his cheek.

The combination of the tingling salve and the feather light touches evoked sensations that made him swallow thickly.

“ I can do this all night.” Seifer chuckled.

Squall grit his teeth in agitation but stood strong. He would be damned if he’d succumb to this humiliation twice!

His strategy was to endure in silent resignation the blonde’s antics until he grew tired. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into the ground and disappear. He was still reeling with mortification from his previous submission. Since shouting at the blonde only encouraged him, maybe if he ignored him he’d grow tired of playing and leave him alone.

However, he underestimated the extent of the blonde’s patience when it came to his favorite pastime.

Seifer continued to deliver light spanks to the boy’s plumb bottom. Reveling in the way the boy’s ruddy cheeks would shake and clench after each spank. Green eyes were glued hotly on the boy’s backside. He was consumed by the feel of heated skin, soft as silk, under his palm. His eyes fluttered closed. The heat that had been pooling in his groin spiked and suddenly his pants were utterly restrictive.

He wanted nothing more than to bury himself completely between the meaty globes of flesh.

He licked his dry lips and slapped the boy’s buttocks again.

But this was punishment…

A smirk that would make the devil uneasy curled Seifer’s lips as he reopened his eyes.

He sensuously kneaded Squall’s flesh, replacing the spankings altogether for the more enjoyable act.

And by the subtle arch of Squall’s back…so did he.

“ Stop.” The brunet hissed through clenched teeth, betrayed by his bodily reaction.

Seifer licked his lips, aroused by the brunet’s reaction and ran his hands up and down the gentle curved slope of Squall’s hips.

“ Not a chance little one.” Seifer chuckled back in a voice taut with lust.

His hands delved deeper in their exploration of the boy’s body, they spread those shapely cheeks, exposing a rosy puckering entrance, begging to be kissed.

This earned a growl from Squall.

Squall willed every spiteful thought out in order to steel himself from Seifer’s ministrations. He cursed his body for enjoying the feel of hot hands on his bottom. His stomach churned but the rest of his body couldn’t seem to understand his mind’s opposition.

As a man he accepted that he was a slave to his own body, but he refused to let his body become slave to someone else’s hands.

Especially those hot, demanding, dexterous hands massaging…

He bit his already split lip against the pleasure that suddenly dropped down to his member. He clenched his jaw tightly. This was not happening…

He opened his mouth to protest once again however his protest became a stuttering groan as he felt a hot tongue slowly lick his entrance.

Seifer smiled at the boy’s reaction whilst licking that tempting hole.

“ S-st…ugh…” Squall groaned again, the protest dying on his lips as Seifer’s tongue probed his tight hole.

Squall’s cock came alive under Seifer’s hot tongue.

Utterly mortified by the blonde’s audacious move Squall was slow to react like he should have.

“ Stop!” The brunet forced out hoarsely his heart thudding wildly against his ribcage.

With wide eyes he felt that invasive tongue lick his entrance again and the residual saliva that chilled him once it met with the air.

Seifer’s tongue lapped at the most intimate part of his body; a part reserved for lovers, and yet here this man was, basking in the embarrassment that came from his utter vulnerability.

Squall trembled with deep shame, not because of this abasement, but because he wanted it to continue.

Overtaken by arousal his logic was clouded.

He wanted Seifer to thrust his tongue inside of him. He wanted those hot dexterous hands touching him, inside of him…

Seifer could smell Squall’s heady arousal. It made him dizzy to know the boy beneath him wanted this, wanted him. It made his cock swell as well as his ego.

But it wasn’t without restraint that the brunet lusted. Seifer could tell by the way the boy’s body tensed and the way he shivered was not just with lust, but with disgrace.

“ This is a little taste of what good boys receive.” Seifer whispered against Squall’s puckering entrance, delivering one last long lick to it.

Squall emitted an animalistic protest of pained pleasure, caught between wanting more and wanting to gut the blonde.

Seifer abruptly pulled away from Squall. Before the dazed boy could conjure up a slew of curses towards the blonde he came back and rough hands were on his erect penis.

He flinched and writhed under those hands that expertly slid that restrictive black ring around his penis again.

More animalistic noises of dissent tore from Squall’s throat.

“ You will wear this and suffer the banquet like this to complete your punishment.” Seifer spoke sternly.

Squall thrashed as much as humanly possible against the bonds that held him. Still dazed, but reeling with anger so fierce his tongue couldn’t form words.

Seifer patted him lightly on the bottom before retrieving his fallen coat and exiting the room to help with the banquet preparations.

A crazed growl surged past Squall’s lips.

He was livid.

How could the man just leave him here like this!

It was cruel, it was torture… it reminded Squall that this was punishment.

His mind was reeling so quickly his vision became blurry.

He’d been exploited, exposed, and degraded!

Yet this ended with him becoming overwhelmingly aroused.

The thought alone made him want to vomit, but then the knowledge that the blonde induced his arousal to punish him with it sent him over the edge.

He was confounded beyond comprehension of how the blonde affected him so strongly and why he allowed it.

He couldn’t deny that he had wanted it, wanted it badly.

He was only human.

He hung his head in defeat. His knuckled blanched against his restraints.

He was finally alone. Yet for once, he didn’t want to be. And that disturbed him.

He didn’t want to go where his mind would take him. He didn’t want to think. It was easier to live with in this situation when he was just reacting instead of thinking. He wanted that bold man back to make him angry, disgusted, intrigued, anything! Because this solitude shook him to the core.

He was exhausted, the heavy burden of self-loathing and anger like a milestone around his neck. It would drown him soon…

In the end his mind won. He bitterly sank into deep introspection, a reminder throbbing between his legs of the dreaded banquet yet to come…

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TBC…

A/N: I was going to include the banquet in this chapter but I figured this was long enough to stand on its own and that you guys deserved a late Christmas present!

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