23-Dec-2004
The first day of his "new life" started off badly for Heero. After a mostly-sleepless night of trying in vain to work his way loose from the restraints, he woke to the sight of Zechs looming over him, smiling smugly.
"Good morning, Pet," Zechs said. "You looked so sweet sleeping, I hate to have to disturb you."
Heero scowled at him, and turned his head away, determined to ignore the presumptuous blond. He'd figure out a way out of this mess, somehow.
"However," Zechs continued blithely, and Heero jumped as he felt smooth leather being slid around his left thigh. "I'm eager to get you home and begin your training. Once you've been taught how to behave properly... I'm sure we'll get along."
Heero gaped at him for a moment, and then strained once more against the hospital restraints. He'd seen the thigh cuffs before; a large cuff, buckled around the thigh, was attached to a matching wrist cuff. It was considered among the more humane ways of immobilizing a feisty Pet's hands, because the arms were held in a natural position by the sides, rather than twisted up behind the back.
Zechs fastened the first thigh cuff in place, pausing to stroke the smooth skin along the edges. Too smooth; only a Pet would take such care in removing his body hair. His lovely boy protested overmuch.
"Take your hands off me!" Heero rasped, his voice little more than a harsh whisper. "When my family hears about this-!"
"Tsk," Zechs said, tapping Heero's lips lightly. "Didn't I tell you before not to speak out of turn? I do have a gag with me, Pet."
"Don't you da-!" Zechs dared; he slipped the gag between Heero's open lips and tied it securely behind his head.
"Pity," he whispered, gazing down into furious blue eyes. "It ruins the shape of your lovely mouth. But I won't have you speaking to me disrespectfully, Pet." There was a muffled, clearly unrepentant snort in reply, but Zechs chose to ignore it as he fastened the second thigh cuff in place. Once that was done, the rest was easy; he released one hand, cuffed it securely to the thigh restraint, then moved on to the next. Heero might be surprisingly strong for a Pet, but he didn't stand a chance of escaping. He lay, panting furiously, hands balled up into fists at his sides.
"Almost ready, Pet," Zechs said, and pulled out a last set of cuffs, which he fastened around Heero's ankles, again releasing only one limb at a time. Once Heero's ankles were bound together, Zechs lifted him up and tossed him easily over his shoulder. Heero grunted into the gag and kicked out awkwardly, and Zechs swatted him once on the rear.
"Behave," Zechs growled. "You kick again, and I'll not only carry you out of here without your hospital gown, I'll spank you in the lobby." Heero froze, and Zechs could feel him breathing hard, his compact body rigid with fury. "That would certainly please the staff who have had so much trouble with you," he added. "Well, Heero? Will it be necessary?"
Heero breathed fiercely for a moment, and then shook his head. Zechs, satisfied by the small motion against his back, set off with a smile on his face. In retrospect, he was glad he'd thought to gag his irate Pet; otherwise, he might have to worry about getting bitten.
"Here we are," Zechs said, breaking the charged silence that had filled the car since he'd climbed in with Heero. His new Pet had spent most of the ride trying to squirm away from him, and Zechs had rather enjoyed having Heero wriggling on his lap. If it weren't for the dark hair color, he would've sworn Heero had been *made* for him. Even his sullen attitude added to his appeal; Zechs couldn't wait to meet the challenge in those angry blue eyes.
Heero paused his struggles long enough to look out the window at the imposing tower of the apartment building where Zechs lived. It was taller than most buildings even in Apatia, and the carefully-tended gardens and landscaping reflected the wealth of the tenants; it was a rare thing to see land in the city district reserved for green and growing things.
Heero snorted, unimpressed, but his eyes widened in distress when Zechs slung him over his shoulder again and carried him out of the car. He could feel the breeze flipping up the hem of the flimsy hospital gown he still wore, and the idea that he was being carried like a Pet, his nakedness showing for anyone who cared to look, horrified and infuriated him.
"Be still," Zechs growled. Heero squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look about as they stepped into the huge lobby. There had to be a way out of this, and when he found it, he'd make sure the Blondie fucking well *paid* for this humiliation! Zechs's boot-heels rang on glossy marble as he strode to the elevators; had Heero looked around him, he would have realized that at this time of day the lobby was empty. The only one who saw them was the doorman, who had served many years as Furniture and didn't have much interest in Zechs or his new, unfashionably dark-haired Pet.
Zechs headed straight for the elevator, and when it arrived, he stepped inside and set Heero down gently. There was a chin rest on a panel by the door, with a gleaming, large lens. Zechs put his chin in the rest and stared into what he'd always thought of as the eye of Jupiter; he had to stoop slightly despite the fact that the chin rest had been set at its highest position.
"Identity confirmed. Welcome, Zechs Marquise," a mechanical voice intoned.
"Thank you," Zechs said. "Top floor, please." The elevator smoothly started into motion, and Zechs turned to look at his new Pet speculatively.
"Have you ever had a retina scan before?" he asked. Heero nodded. Zechs held him up so that he could place his chin in the rest, and found that in this respect, Heero was oddly cooperative; it almost seemed that he *wanted* to have the retina scan.
"Registered Pet number QW011394856," the computer voice said; Heero gasped, and his eyes were shocked and angry as Zechs lowered him to the ground. "No name on record. Owner, Qalen Winner."
"That's interesting," Zechs said. He wondered why, if Heero was a Registered Pet, he'd had no collar or Ring when he'd been found. And why would he then claim his master's name? Heero hadn't said he belonged to Qalen Winner, he'd said he *was* Qalen Winner...
He'd just have to call the real Qalen Winner, and find out. The elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened directly into Zechs's apartment. He lifted Heero once again and carried him into the apartment and settled him on a couch; Heero mumbled something unintelligible into the gag, and Zechs ignored it.
"You stay put," he ordered, glaring into intense blue eyes before heading into the study and closing the door behind him. The vidphone hummed as he stepped up in front of it and said, "Connect me with the Winner household."
"Winner residence," said a deep voice; a moment later, the picture wavered into focus, revealing a bright-looking Pet with large eyes, a wide mouth, and the longest hair Zechs had ever seen on a male.
"I'd like to speak to Qalen Winner," Zechs said, and couldn't help but smile as the Pet scurried away, revealing that aside from the collar and his long, unbound hair, he was wearing little else. After a few moments, a Blondie appeared on the screen.
"Thank you, Duo," the Blondie was saying, "you may go have a nap, now." He was very young-looking, with fine, almost delicate features and wide blue eyes, and his platinum-blond hair barely brushed the collar of his shirt. Zechs guessed that Qalen Winner must have only recently become head of household and started growing his hair.
"Zechs Marquise, isn't it?" Qalen Winner asked, smiling brightly. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a call from such an esteemed member of Jupiter's favorites?"
"Good afternoon," Zechs said. "I'm calling regarding a strange matter... I've found a Pet who is apparently registered in your name."
"Ah! You've found Odin!" Qalen said. "Thank goodness! I've been terribly worried about him!"
"He was injured, but is recovering well," Zechs said a little stiffly, not wanting to have to give his Heero up.
"What a relief," Qalen said after a brief pause. "Really, that boy was far more trouble than he was worth to me, not at all like my Duo. I hate to sound cold-hearted, but it's really been so much more peaceful with him gone... "
"Are you interested in selling him?" Zechs asked, surprised.
"My dear Mr. Marquise," Qalen said, beaming at him over the vidphone. "If you wish to keep him, please take him as a gift from me. I'd be very pleased to give him to such a good home, but I feel the need to warn you that he is completely incorrigible, and it quite exhausted me, trying to manage him."
"Thank you for your generous gift!" Zechs said, smiling in return. Heero was his! "He is quite a handful, but I'm sure I'll enjoy breaking him in."
"I wish you every success," Qalen replied. "In fact... I should like to visit with him, should you succeed in taming him. I'm terribly fond of the dear boy, for all that I found him unmanageable."
"Certainly," Zechs said. "Oh, and there was one other matter... when I first met him, he claimed that *he* was-"
"Qalen Winner?" Qalen interrupted. Zechs paused, taken aback, and then nodded.
"Yes, that was part of what made life so difficult. I'm afraid he has this troubling fixation... but you see, there's room for only one Qalen Winner in the household. I've tried confronting him on his delusion, but it only makes him... agitated. I'll understand if you don't want him after all, since he's obviously not all there... "
"Oh, no, I still want him," Zechs said. "Perhaps I can even cure him of this notion that he's really a Blondie."
Qalen laughed. "Well, I do wish you the very best of luck!" he said. "I can't tell you what a weight off my mind this is, to know that he'll be well taken care of. Oh, have you named him?"
"I named him Heero," Zechs said, "before I discovered that he was already registered."
"Heero is a lovely name for him," Qalen said, smiling. "It suits him much better. I'll just transfer his registration to you as soon as we hang up. And I forgot to mention that he has medicine, which the doctor says he *must* take once a day in order not to get terribly ill; I hope that doesn't change your mind?"
"No, not at all," Zechs said. "But what's wrong with him?"
"I'm not sure what the name of his condition is, actually," Qalen said, looking a little shamefaced, "but it's completely manageable so long as he takes his 'vitamins' every day. That's part of why I've been so worried about him, you see, out on his own... "
"Yes, of course," Zechs said. "I'll need to get some... "
"I have almost a year's supply of it that I'll be happy to send to you. And... thank you again. I'm so relieved that he's found a good home!"
"Oh, no, thank you!" Zechs replied. "I'm already very pleased with him!" The two Blondies signed off, and a moment later Zechs received notification that he was officially the owner of a new Pet. He quickly filled in the registration, confirming that he was adopting the Pet and that its name was Heero. Once that was done, he headed back out to the living room.
Heero had managed to flop himself onto the floor, and was busily squirming his way toward the closed elevator doors. It looked truly ridiculous, hampered as he was with his arms and legs bound; he made small progress by humping forward like an inchworm. Zechs shook his head, grinning, and said, "Even if you got there, the elevator won't work for a Pet without his master's permission."
Heero froze, and if looks could kill, the glare that he bent on Zechs in that moment would have rendered him very, very dead, most likely chopped into precisely even, bite-sized chunks. "Come now, Pet," Zechs said cheerfully. "You're now officially registered as my Heero, so you may as well get yourself used to the idea. I spoke with Qalen Winner myself."
Heero shook his head fiercely as Zechs picked him up, but it was when the Blondie sat down on the couch and draped Heero face-down over his lap that he truly began to struggle. "I believe I promised you a punishment for your shameful behavior yesterday," Zechs said softly, pulling the squirming Pet's hospital gown out of the way and lightly stroking and squeezing smooth, tightly-clenched buttocks, his free hand planted in the center of Heero's back to hold him in place. "Not that I won't enjoy punishing you, but it would be best for you to learn your place."
He left no opportunity for Heero to respond; the hand that had been caressing so tenderly raised and landed on Heero's upturned buttocks with a loud smack, leaving an angry pink splotch on the fair skin. Heero flinched violently, and Zechs quickly rained down a series of blows, watching Heero's skin warm and redden under his hand. He stopped for a moment to admire the lovely pink tone the flesh had taken on, and to stroke it gently, feeling the heat rising from Heero's body. Heero made a muffled, furious little huffing sound into the gag, and Zechs spanked him again, still holding his writhing body firmly in place, pausing between slaps to squeeze and fondle his sweet little bottom.
Heero tired long before Zechs did; he ended up sagging limply over the Blondie's lap, flinching with each slap, each pinch, each unwelcome squeeze. He'd never been treated so shamefully in his life! It felt like his entire backside was on fire, and all his muscles were achingly weary of his useless efforts to escape, and he was convinced that if it were possible to die of humiliation and sheer impotent fury and *hatred*, he would surely have done so.
"That's much better," Zechs said. "Keep in mind that whenever you displease me, I will not hesitate to turn you over my knee just this way, whether we are in public or not. Don't doubt my word on this, Heero." Heero shuddered, and Zechs took his lack of response as an agreement of sorts. Feeling ridiculously cheerful now that Heero was his own and he'd established his authority, Zechs scooped his new Pet up and carried him to the bathroom.
The bathroom had been designed with Pet grooming in mind. Zechs stood Heero up in the middle of the bathtub and clipped the Ring at the front of his collar onto a hook set into the wall, already adjusted for Heero's height. Heero's mobility was already severely limited by his other bonds, but with the collar fastened in place, he could barely move at all. His eyes flew wide as he felt Zechs ripping the hospital gown off of him; he reared backward, but the hook and the collar held him fast. To his surprise, Zechs untied and removed his gag; Heero coughed, and tried to work up enough spit to moisten his dry mouth and throat.
"Water, warm," Zechs said, and out of the edge of his peripheral vision, Heero saw Zechs holding a hose with an attached shower head and testing the water temperature with his hand. "Warmer," Zechs said, and then, apparently satisfied, he turned toward his new Pet. Heero closed his eyes just as the water poured onto his head, plastering his hair flat and running over his eyes and nose. He breathed open-mouthed, catching just enough of the water to ease his throat and yanking at the thigh cuffs until the leather creaked. The onslaught of water stopped, and Heero smelled vanilla just before he felt Zechs's hands on his head, working shampoo into his hair.
"My, your hair is so thick," Zechs murmured. "But the cut is rather ragged; maybe we'll get that trimmed up for you."
"Don't you touch it!" Heero rasped, and Zechs stopped long enough to swat him on his stinging backside. "Bastard!" Heero hissed, and Zechs slapped him again; for every hateful, whispered curse word Heero could manage, he received another.
"Have anything else you feel you must say?" Zechs asked, leaning around to look into Heero's face and smiling dangerously. Heero glared at him, narrow-eyed, knowing that Zechs was just waiting for an excuse to slap him again.
"I'll kill you," he whispered furiously.
"Thank you for the warning," Zechs replied. "You may find that's not as easy as you think. Hm... you're looking pretty raw, my lovely Pet." He squeezed Heero's bottom, and Heero couldn't help but wince, trying to arch away. "I think I'll just wait until tomorrow to spank you for that last one, but don't think I've forgotten it."
"You have no right-" Heero whispered.
"*Don't* tempt me, little boy," Zechs snarled, raking his nails over Heero's reddened buttocks and drawing a hoarse cry out of him. "You are my Pet. I am your master. I have the right to do as I wish with you, every part of you. If I choose to shave your head bald or split you open with a two-foot dildo, you have no say in the matter." Heero shook his head, but he was silent; after a few moments Zechs returned to shampooing his hair.
Washing and rinsing and conditioning Heero's hair took little effort on Zechs's part; the bonds held his squirming Pet in place while he did what he had to do. He was smiling as he worked, thinking that Heero was an incredible find; the hospital gown had been hiding a beautifully well-made body, solidly built and yet lean and elegant.
Zechs used a wet washcloth to wipe Heero's face and that part of his neck that wasn't covered by the collar, then he soaped up the washcloth and released each wrist one at a time, soaping and rinsing each half of Heero's torso before refastening the wrist cuff to its place at Heero's side. At one point, Heero managed to yank his hand free, but Zechs caught it again before his Pet could unhook the collar.
"Stop *touching* me!" Heero hissed, his throat burning. Zechs smiled but ignored him, and continued washing Heero's body methodically.
"You know, Pet," the Blondie said, "I wonder how old you are. Fourteen? Fifteen?"
"I'm *eighteen*!" Heero whispered harshly, his face contorted with the effort to yell.
"And you're very clean-shaven," Zechs answered, tracing one finger over the soft, tender skin that would normally be wreathed in curly hair; Heero looked dumbfounded, but with the collar keeping his head high, he couldn't look down at himself. "Whoever last groomed you did a wonderful job."
"Stop! TOUCHING! M-!" Heero tried to shout, but his voice gave out completely. Zechs finished scrubbing Heero clean, a little less gentle than he might have been washing Heero's well-punished backside. After one last good rinse, he shut off the water and patted Heero dry with a soft towel. It was, perhaps, time for yet more instruction.
The apartment had two bedrooms; Zechs unhooked Heero from the wall and carried him to the smaller of these. This was the room he'd prepared for playing with his Pet; all manner of toys and bondage equipment were readily available, and the bed was just the right size for Heero to stretch out in.
Heero winced when Zechs deposited him on the bed; the mattress was soft and comfortable, but his rear end was very sore. Much to his consternation, Zechs reversed the process with which he'd released Heero from the hospital bed; in a very short time, struggle or no, Heero found himself spreadeagled on the bed, his wrists and ankles bound with fresh, dry cuffs. Zechs removed the collar and the bandages beneath it, tsked at the unsightly stitches, and wrapped Heero's throat in fresh bandages.
"You won't have to wear the collar for a while," he said regretfully, "while your wound heals. But that means that you'll be bound the entire time." Heero scowled; he'd already had more than his fill of being tied up, and the prospect of days spent this way was just... maddening! His throat hurt badly enough by this point, though, that he didn't bother trying to speak; he pulled against the cuffs holding him until his muscles trembled from the strain.
"Well, it's reassuring to know that you can't break out," Zechs said. "Though really, you shouldn't bother trying. Where would you go, Heero? No matter where you ended up, you'd be found and returned to me... and I really don't think you want to know how you'd be punished if you were to run away."
Heero didn't look properly cowed by the threat at all; if anything, it seemed to have made him angrier.
"Now," Zechs said, looking up toward the ceiling with a mock pensive expression, "now that I finally have you here, my little Pet... whatever shall I do with you?"
Heero gasped; now that the collar was gone he had his first chance to look at himself, and somehow the sight of his own body, naked and sprawled out on a Blondie's bed, completely hairless from the neck down, drove home the situation in a way nothing else, not even the spanking, really had. As far as Jupiter was concerned, no matter what he'd been before, he was a Pet now. He looked like a Pet. He had hair like a Pet. He had a shaved body like a Pet. And, most importantly, he was registered as a Pet... as this man's Pet. Legally, Zechs could do just about anything he wanted short of killing him. Most Pets lived a sheltered existence for a short time, frantically trying to maintain their youthful appearance... and as soon as they got their first grey hair or wrinkle, they were tossed into brothels to serve the rest of their lives as low-class whores. It wasn't a future he even wanted to think about. There were plenty of people in the slums who would jump at the chance to be Pets or even Furniture, but Heero was not one of them.
"Don't look so frightened, Pet," Zechs was saying reassuringly, and Heero wanted to wipe the smug, complacent smirk off the Blondie's face. "You really have nothing to fear from me, so long as you're obedient."
Zechs perched on the side of the bed and brushed Heero's hair out of his eyes, pleased at the thick texture. His fingers trailed downward, tracing around the outer edge of Heero's right ear, and Heero made a soft little scoffing noise and tossed his head, his limbs trembling with the effort to pull free, to slap the offending hand away, to escape. The somewhat clinical touches involved in Zechs bathing him had been bad enough, but this was so much worse!
"Relax," Zechs purred, sliding his fingers down to Heero's chest, tracing over the graceful lines of collar bones, circling the tight little buds of his nipples briefly before continuing downward over Heero's flat belly. Heero's legs were straining to close themselves, shaking with the effort, and Heero's face was the very picture of distress when Zechs's fingers finally reached their goal.
"It won't hurt, Heero," Zechs said soothingly, his fingers closing around soft flesh and slowly, gently teasing a response out of it. Heero thrashed violently, trying to yank free or throw Zechs off or, at the very least, make his opinion of the matter known, but the bonds held, and Zechs wasn't interested in anything at that moment but that traitorous lump of flesh, watching it grow in his hand as it filled with blood and need.
Heero was panting, his whole body straining to curl in on itself protectively, and yet... and yet, that one part of him acknowledged Zechs as its master, obeying Zechs's will and not his own. As Zechs began truly toying with him, teasing with the lightest of touches, Heero found himself fighting his own body, fighting to breathe normally, fighting to will the unwelcome erection away, fighting to keep from thrusting his hips up to meet Zechs's teasing fingers... fighting, and losing.
"Ah, that's lovely, Pet, lovely," Zechs said approvingly, tracing his fingertip lightly along the underside of Heero's manhood and grinning as Heero writhed in an effort to get more of the contact. Heero scoffed again, a quiet, desperate little noise, and Zechs added, "I'll even reward you and let you come, if you like. All you have to do is call me 'master.' "
"Go to Hell!" Heero hissed.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" Zechs asked, smearing the small bead of moisture at the tip with his thumb. "Think about it, Heero... "
"I hate you!"
"You're allowed to hate me all you wish," Zechs said sternly, "but you will obey me."
Heero shook his head, glaring fiercely, and then closed his eyes with a breathless groan as Zechs gave him a few real strokes.
"Last chance, Heero," Zechs said. "If you want to come tonight, you know what I want to hear."
"Fuck you!"
"That's it," Zechs said icily, standing up and yanking the covers up over Heero. "You'll come to see reason in time. In the meantime, you've earned yourself an additional punishment in the morning. You might want to start thinking before you speak, Pet; if I have to spank you so hard you won't be able to sit down at all, I'll do it."
With that, Zechs stalked out, thinking that he wouldn't, by Jupiter, have his Pet speaking to him that way. Heero lay, still panting, and stared after him. His body ached with the need for release, but it was better than completely losing control for Zechs's entertainment.
Still... it would be a long time before he would manage to sleep.
End Part 2
(:./yoiko/ang2)
