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Chapter Fourteen

Rannalin

Home. Gus purred as they walked in the door.

Not that the train hadn’t been fun, but it wasn’t home. There weren’t any toys or their playroom or their big beautiful bed. Gus would have kissed the floor, but... well, neither he nor Bastian were Walter and their floors weren’t up to being kissed. Instead he locked the door firmly, grabbed Bastian’s hand and headed straight for the playroom.

Bastian chuckled, stumbling along behind him, fingers squeezing. “Pushy!”

“That’s not all I am tonight. I am going to use you hard and leave you melted and sticky, my Precious.”

“Oh. Oh, promise?”

“I promise, Bastian. When I’m done with you, you will not even know your own name, let alone how to stand.”

Bastian shuddered, hurrying to press against him, his lover’s cock rubbing against his thigh.

He chuckled. “Now who’s pushy?”

“Not me. I’m never pushy...” Bastian’s laugh was sweet, low, rich.

Laughing himself, he pushed Bastian up against the wall and took that sweet laughter into himself, swallowing it whole. Bastian opened easily, one leg wrapping around his hip.

He kissed Bastian long and hard, deep, and then he backed away. “Not yet. Not now. You wait.”

“Augie...” Bastian’s eyes were wide, bright.

“You wait.” He said it firmly, hand wrapping around Bastian’s balls, tugging on them, leading Bastian further into the playroom.

“Mean man.” The words were almost purred.

He laughed, led Bastian right to the dresser, pulled out some leather straps and wrapped them around Bastian’s balls, around his prick. “You wait.”

Bastian’s thighs spread, hips bucking. “Oh. Oh, it’s been so long...”

“Nearly three months. We’re going to make up for that now.”

He took out the cuffs,. Bastian didn’t fight him, wanted this. Such a difference since the last time he had them out. Those eyes watched him, Bastian relaxing as the cuffs were fastened onto the slim wrists.

“Precious.” He leaned forward and licked at Bastian’s lips. “You are perfection.”

“Just yours.” Bastian opened, stepped closer.

He nodded. “Mine. No just about it.”

He turned back to the dresser and pulled open the drawer with the whips and the floggers, paddles. “Choose two.”

Bastian chose a leather covered paddle and a three-tailed flogger. “These.”

He swallowed a groan, hand moving back to slide along Bastian’s ass. “Excellent.”

“I love you.” Bastian arched, pushed into his touch.

“I know. It makes me happy. You make me happy, Precious.”

He stroked Bastian’s ass a moment longer and then led him to the chains that hung from the ceiling, hooking the cuffs to the chains, adjusting them so Bastian was stretched up onto the balls of his feet.

“I’m not going to gag you. I wish to hear your noises, Precious.”

Those pretty eyes danced. “Jacob needed the gags, didn’t he?”

Gus laughed and swatted Bastian’s ass. “Cheeky brat. Yes. Yes, he did. The man just didn’t know how to shut the fuck up.”

“He’s not a sub, Augie. He didn’t need you like I do.”

“But he did, Bastian. Your body did. He nearly took it out and did the unforgivable.” He growled, the memory of Jacob dressed up and ready to go play with Bastian’s body still fresh.

“No. No, I can’t. I couldn’t have come back. I fought for you. So hard.”

“I know, Precious. That’s why I didn’t let him. I
know
what you need. I gave it to your body that night. Just like I’m going to give it to you now.”

“Please.” Bastian was trembling now, arching toward him, fingers wrapping around the chains.

“Yes, Precious.” He kissed Bastian’s lips and then tugged on one of the nipple rings before moving behind Bastian and letting the paddle fly hard.

“Augie!” The cry wasn’t a protest, but a plea, Bastian’s entire body rippling.

“Yes, Precious.” He repeated the words again, moaning himself as he hit the top of Bastian’s thighs and then Bastian’s ass again, slowly painting Bastian’s skin a deep rose.

“Love...” Bastian spread wider, begging for it, for him. “Want you. Want all of you.”

“I’m yours, Precious. Right here.” He continued to hit until Bastian’s ass looked raw, and then he growled, roared, and tossed the paddle back toward the dresser. He didn’t even notice the noise of it hitting the ground as he grabbed Bastian’s ass cheeks, spread them, and pushed his cock in with a single plunge.

“Augie!” Bastian’s head slammed back, throat working, happy cries filling the air.

He loved that sound. Would do anything to hear it. Anything.

Gus worked Bastian’s ass hard, pushing in again and again, the heat and silk gripping him tight. So eager, taking him in and in, holding him. He lived for this. He was made for this.

Gus growled and pushed harder, faster, letting Bastian’s cries push him higher and higher until he was jerking into the tight heat, filling Bastian’s ass with his seed.

Bastian panting, ass squeezing him. “Oh. Need. Need to come.”

“You wait,” he told Bastian again, voice husky. “I’m going to get a plug, fill you with it. I need you to hold my seed in your body while I get the plug. Understand?”

“Yes. Yes, I will.” That fine ass squeezed his cock, going tight.

“Perfect. As always, my Precious.” With a moan he slipped from Bastian’s body.

He went and found the largest plug they had and brought it over, slid it along Bastian’s bound cock, slicking it up with the come that leaked slowly from the red tip.

“Oh. Oh, Augie. Augie. Please. Please. I can’t... Oh...” Bastian’s eyes rolled, sweat sheening the lithe body.

“You can, Bastian. You
will
.” With his free hand, he cupped and squeezed Bastian’s battered ass. “I’m not nearly finished with you yet.”

Bastian’s groan settled right in his balls, hot and sweet.

“Good. My good Precious.” He slid the plug along Bastian’s crease and then slicked it quickly before setting it at that clenched tight little hole, Bastian keeping his seed inside. “Let it in now, Bastian. You’ve done so well, let it in, let the plug keep me in you.”

Bastian’s entire body shook, but he pressed back, hands twisting in the cuffs.

Gus purred. “So beautiful,” he murmured, free hand sliding down the long line of Bastian’s spine. He pushed the plug in, feeling a moment’s resistance before Bastian accepted it, accepted his will.

“Love...” Bastian arched, going up on tiptoe.

“Yes, Bastian. I love you.” He fed the plug slowly into Bastian’s body, but he gave his lover no quarter, insisting Bastian take it all.

“Full. Augie. Augie. Oh, fuck. So full...” That flat belly rippled.

“Yes. My seed. Yours. Your need. My love. All inside you, Bastian.” Once he had the plug seated properly, he began to touch Bastian, fingers loving that fine, smooth skin, occasionally tugging on a nipple ring or stroking over the leather and flesh that was Bastian’s bound cock.

The tremors eased, Bastian’s sounds constant and sweet, the scent of need heady.

“You know what comes next, don’t you,” he murmured into the skin of Bastian’s neck, licking the salt and sweet from the fine skin. “You chose it yourself.”

Bastian whimpered, tugged on the chains a little. “Augie. Love.”

“Yes, my Precious?” His fingers moved up to find Bastian’s nipples, tugging on the little rings, twisting them.

“I don’t know if I can...”

“You can.” His voice was as confident as he felt. He would never push Bastian further than he could go.

Those pretty eyes met his, the dark ring almost black. “I can?”

He nodded. “Yes, Precious. You can. You
need
to. I can feel that. Can’t you? From down here.” He grabbed hold of Bastian’s balls, tugged them gently.

Bastian’s eyes rolled, thighs parting, opening for his touch instead of pulling away. He purred, almost overwhelmed. What Bastian would do for him, the trust and love and faith his Precious put in him...

He growled and kissed Bastian hard, hand sliding away to wrap around Bastian’s hip. The kiss went wild almost immediately, one of Bastian’s legs wrapping around him, holding them tight together.

He allowed it for a moment or two and then backed away. “Soon, my Precious. But first we must drive you into a frenzy.”

He chuckled and rubbed his nose with Bastian’s before reaching for the three-tailed whip and settling behind Bastian. “Ready?”

“Yes. Yes, love. Augie. Hurry.”

Oh, there was nothing more likely to get him to slow down than for Bastian to order him to hurry. He weighed the whip in his hand, let it whip through the air a few times, before he laid a triptych of stripes across Bastian’s back, hair and all.

A short gasp sounded, Bastian going tight, jerking hard.

“Yes,” he murmured, laying down another stripe. And then another, each gasp making his cock jerk, making him love his Bastian more. The moans mingled with the sounds of the chains clanking, making a fine music.

Eventually he moved Bastian’s hair to lie over his shoulders and cascade down the front of his chest, allowing Gus to see the welts on Bastian’s back, to watch as the next hard crack of the whip split Bastian’s beautiful skin. The blood trailed and Bastian screamed, every muscle going tight.

“Perfect,” he whispered, laying two more stripes down against Bastian’s back.

Bastian’s sob echoed, dark head falling forward.

He let the whip fly once more and stood close, the proof of his deep pleasure splashing along Bastian’s back. Bastian moaned, swaying, back barely moving with his breath. “Stunning, Bastian. Your need and my love on the canvas of your skin. Simply stunning.”

He bent forward to place a kiss on a small patch of skin near Bastian’s ass that wasn’t marked.

“Love you.” The beloved voice was thick with tears, with emotions.

He nodded and walked around to face Bastian, fingers sliding on the beloved face, gathering Bastian’s tears as he leaned in and brought their mouths together. Bastian sobbed once, lips burning and damp, opening up to him, letting him inside.

He unhooked Bastian’s cuffs from the chains, leaving them locked together and guiding Bastian’s arms around his head, so he could support his Precious. Then he loosened the leather that bound Bastian’s cock, letting it free. The heavy flesh slapped against his belly, the tip leaving wet kisses.

“You may come for me, Precious,” he murmured. “Show me your pleasure.”

Heat spread, spraying against his skin, Bastian going limp against him.

“Yes, my Precious. Yes.” Purring he wrapped his hands around Bastian’s hips and raised him up off the ground, carrying him out of the playroom and to the high, big bed with its pile of pillows and blankets, where he could nest with his Bastian for the first time in months.

“Oh. Oh, my bed...” Bastian shuddered. “Tell me it’s real.”

“Does your back ache, Precious?”

“Burns like a fire.”

“Then it must be real.” He gave Bastian a wink and pulled the blankets over them, pulled Bastian on top of him so they were chest to chest.

“Love you, Augie.”

He nodded, fingers spreading Bastian’s hair around them like a silk blanket. “I love you, Sebastian. Your body. Your heart and your soul.”

Bastian nodded. “So good to be home, Love. Never ever leaving again.”

He shook his head. “No. Never.”

He would not believe the gods could be that cruel.

Chapter Fifteen

T’ven

“Baby! Come on! We’ve got to go!” Their things were already in transit and the train tickets were in his hands. Now, if he could just get Walter moving.

“There’s a stain on the counter. I’m just... trying to remove it.” The words were distracted, Walter bent to his task, a frown on his face as he scrubbed at some spot that probably wasn’t even there.

“Walter.” Coby didn’t have time to play, not today.

Walter straightened and blinked at him. “Yes, Master?”

“We’re leaving. Now.” He held out one hand, face serious.

Walter swallowed and looked down at the sponge in his hand and the spot he’d been scrubbing on the counter. “Okay. I need to just.” Walter put the sponge into the garbage disposal, the noise of it being eaten up loud. Then Walter washed his hands and put one in Coby’s outstretched hand. “I’m sorry, Coby. I just needed to know we’d left it clean.”

“I know, baby, but it’s time, now. Let’s go.” Everything was wrapped up; Gus had even found him work. The images of the new apartment were perfect -- simple and white and clean. Walt should be pleased.

Walt nodded. “I’m sorry. I.” His baby looked around, squeezing his hand. “I’m scared.”

“You just have to trust in me.” He nodded; this had been their home for a long time. Years.

“I do! I do.” Walt pressed against him, head on his shoulder. “I do, Master.”

“Good. Come now. The shuttle’s here to take us. Three weeks together.” He winked, trying to ease Walt’s nerves. “You think you can manage that?”

Walt’s arms went around him, held him tight. “That part sounds wonderful. I hope the train car is sanitary...”

“It will be. You brought our own pillow, yes?”

Walter nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.” They got into the transport, speeding toward the train station. “What did you think of the new apartment?”

“It doesn’t matter where I live, Coby. As long as you are there.”

“But we had choices. It’s important to me that you are settled.” He stroked Walter’s face. Besides, he knew better. Walter needed certain things from a home.

“It looked like it could be made nice and clean and kept that way. Very ordered.”

He nodded. “Bastian did a good job.”

“Yes. He knew what I needed. From being here.” Walt’s fingers went automatically to the back of his hand, speaking of that time still stressed him out, but Walt stopped himself and sat on his hands instead.

“The new place is in the same building as Tanny and Gus. Seven floors higher.”

Walt nodded, smiled. “I like them. Especially Sebastian.” Coby knew Gus was intimidating to Walt, but he had a feeling his baby would come around with exposure.

“Sebastian seemed very fond of you.” He held out one hand, smiled as Walt took it. “And we’ll register. You’ll be mine forever in the law.”

Walt beamed up at him and squeezed his hand. “That will be wonderful.”

“I think so.” He grinned back, leaning down and taking a long, hard kiss.

Walt melted beneath him, so focused on his touch, his kiss. The kisses continued until they reached the train station, then they checked in and found their home for the next three weeks.

Walt looked around, making a face, and started to move their suitcases around, finding a cloth and sliding it over every surface. Coby let him putter for a while, getting his own things settled, checking out the vidfeed, checking out Walt’s ass.

The bed was remade, their sheets coming out of plastic bags, their pillow placed just so at the top of the bottom bunk. When Walter got out the bottle of disinfectant, it was time to derail him, distract him.

“Baby.” He pulled a nice, thick vibrating dildo out of his bag of tricks. “Come here.”

Walt’s eyes went wide and his baby shivered and hurried over.

“Strip and get over my knees. I want you.”

“F…fast or slow, Master?” Walt’s eyes were hot, needy.

“Slow. Let me see everything.” He leaned back, opened his slacks.

Walt moaned, hands going to his buttons, undoing them one at a time. Those green eyes watched his hands, Walt licking his lips. He wrapped his hand around his prick, stroking nice and slow, teasing Walt. Walt’s teeth bit his lower lip, his whimper needy, wanton.

“Show me, baby. Show me everything.” Coby loved this, loved watching Walter move.

Walt pulled his shirt up out of his pants, opening it, sliding it off first one shoulder and then the other. It slowly slid down along Walt’s arms and to the ground. Walt was moving, need making him slink, coming closer.

“You’re beautiful, baby.” Coby started pumping faster, showing Walt his need.

Walt gasped, hips pushing at the air, fingers stuttering at his button and zipper. Coby hummed, licked his lips, cock fucking his fist.

“Master,” whimpered Walt, fingers trembling now as he undid his pants and slid them down his hips, revealing the bare skin, the long, hard cock. Walt’s balls were up against Coby’s body, shaved as clean as the rest of Walt’s skin.

“Yes, baby?” He pushed harder, faster. “You want this?”

Walt nodded, stepping out of his pants, standing there naked and wanton, clothes strewn about his feet, messy and forgotten.

He pushed his fist to the base, offering his prick. “All yours.”

Walt moaned and moved quickly, straddling him and sinking down on the tip, just like that. Oh, yes, his baby was ready for him, oiled up already. It must have been one of the last things Walt had done before he started with his cleaning.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me.” He leaned back, hips pushing up, pushing in.

Walt’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he arched, body taking Coby all the way in, ass settling down against his thighs. “Oh. Master. Master.”

“Yeah, Walt.” Coby braced himself on one hand, reached tight to tweak Walt’s nipples with his free hand. “Gonna get these pierced, baby. Gonna make you fly.”

Walt jerked, eyes wide, mouth open on a gasp. The flesh around his cock went tight, loosened just enough to move and then Walt was bouncing on him, riding hard.

Oh, yes. His eyes rolled, feet planted on the floor so he could meet each bounce, thrust up. Walter’s hands landed on his chest, Walt all twisted as he held himself up and arched his back at the same time, body moving, sweet little sounds coming every time Coby’s cock went deep.

His hand slid down, stroking, pumping Walt’s cock, thumb working the tip.

“Master!” Walt’s eyes met his, need and love making the green dark.

“Yes, baby. You can come. Show me.”

Walt cried out, riding him like he was a bucking bronco, just going crazy. Heat spurted up over his fingers, Walt’s body clamping down hard on him. Coby watched all through Walt’s orgasm, then took his own pleasure, bucking up and up into the tight body. Walt’s hands slid on his skin as he fucked his baby, the touches random, the look in Walt’s eyes a little dazed. He grunted when he shot, just filled Walt deep, balls aching with it.

A soft whimper sounded, Walt bending to lie against him, hands opening and closing on his skin.

He tugged a blanket over Walt’s back. Last night had been insane -- neither of them had slept well, if at all. “Rest, baby. We have weeks to play.”

Hells, if Coby could just keep Walt busy? The trip would go quick and easy.