13 Apr 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei puddle!
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned by us. ^_^
*That* morning, Wufei had told him to put on a pair of access pants, his collar, and walk by himself to Zechs's rooms wearing just that. It was a little humiliating, but arousing, to have to walk past all the staff in the house like that, until he reached Zechs' door, knocking lightly on it twenty seconds before the clock struck seven.
The small speaker outside the door crackled to life. It was Zechs's voice. "It is not yet seven, Treize. Do not knock until it is seven." Then there was only silence.
Twenty seconds? Chided for being half a minute late, AND for being early... he knocked again as soon as the clock struck seven.
There was a small click and a deep voice said, "You may enter."
In the large bathroom that adjoined his bedroom, Zechs was sitting on the counter, watching in the mirror as he stroked the black latex sheath that covered his erection. It was extremely tight-fitting, shiny, as if it were wet, and it was held up by a thin strap of black leather that circled his hips. He'd been here for some time, fantasizing about what he would do with Treize, and his shaft was long and aching with the need to invade.
His only other clothing was a pair of black leather boots that came up to his thighs.
Giving himself a sexy wink, he rose and walked into the bedroom that Treize had just entered.
Working off what he'd been trained to do, Treize had closed the door behind him, and was now kneeling in the center of the room, waiting -- and he couldn't help but steal a glance at Zechs when the man entered the room, though he didn't move his head. And what he saw was enough to stop his head.
"Master."
A long, golden hand grasped Treize's head and pulled it backwards slightly, gently forcing the man to look upwards. "Do not speak unless I ask you to" Zechs said, his voice soft and very deep. "Do you understand me?" He looked down at his slave with a kindly expression and then a tiny movement of his hips made the long, black-sheathed member brush across Treize's cheek.
Shivering at that stroke of heat against his cheek, Treize eeked out, "Yes, Master." But Zechs' tender expression helped, the voice inobtrusive yet somehow demanding all of his attention.
"It's the attention to these little details that show me you're thinking of me," he continued softly. Another slight movement and his cock grazed Treize's jaw and chin. "I want to know that you think of me... my beautiful man... and when you do everything I ask of you, and you do it perfectly, I know that you take me seriously and that you understand that your one task here is to pleasure me. Do that, Treize... give yourself up to my pleasure, and I will show *you* pleasure that will shake you to the core."
His voice got deeper and breathier as he continued, stroking Treize's hair and pressing his own hips forward to rub the heated latex against the other man's face. "I'll harden your nipples and make you break out in a sweat just by looking at you in a certain way. I'll pull the sighs and moans from your chest... I'll fuck you, Treize, and leave you begging me to fuck you again... Now, shall we begin?"
A nod was all Treize could manage, turning his head a little to nuzzle the hardness against his cheek, taking in the strange combination of latex and heat. Another shift, and he was nuzzling at the base, rubbing his face against the hardness and Zechs' hips themselves. /So gorgeous.../ And those boots.... ah, such a turn-on, those few articles of clothing that Zechs *was* wearing.
"Come with me," Zechs said softly, pulling Treize up to a standing postion. "Go to the bed," he breathed into Treize's ear, "and get up on it - on all fours." He was standing behind Treize now, holding his arms loosely and letting the long, hard shaft rub against the other man's bottom. "And Treize," he added as he released his hold. "Move slowly."
That little rub, against the silken fabric of his pants, was nearly enough to strike him dead to the ground with want. /Move slowly... I want to run to the bed!/ but he did, somehow, taking an even pace towards the bed, crawling up onto it's silken material on his hands and knees until he was in the center, black silk covered bottom raised a little higher than his head.
Zechs followed him slowly and stood at the edge of the bed, for a moment just admiring the lovely submissiveness of the position and the firm roundness of Treize's bottom, hinted at by the slinky fabric. His shaft gave a firm twitch and the tightness of the latex amplified the wave of desire that ran through him. "Hmmmmmn..." he growled softly as his hands went out and he touched those tight globes with the very tips of his fingers. He explored Treize throughly but lightly, never touching hard enough to bring any kind of relief.
No words left Treize, but a soft whimper escaped as he pushed back a little towards those hands. Any touch so gentle and arousing was something he wanted *more* of... /But I can't *ask* him.../ His head dropped forward a little more, making him look more submissive.
The tall blond slipped his hands around to Treize's chest, moving them slowly upward until his fingertips grazed the older man's nipples. "Now Treize," he said softly, "one thing you must learn is to keep yourself from coming until I tell you to." The heated pads of his fingers were brushing back and forth over the now stiff nubs, and slowly he began to squeeze them, very gently at first.
"You must never give in to your own pleasure before I give you permission to do so. That's a difficult thing to do, of course, but your mastery of it is another gift you give me... another way you show me how completely you belong to me. So you must practice... practice being in an intense state of pleasure, and holding back when you want to press forward. You must practice waiting until I give you permission to come..."
Another little moan, and Treize pushed his chest down to Zechs's fingers. "How? Tell me, and I'll do it, Master," he panted, already heady in that passion Zechs was stroking him with, body and mind.
Now Zechs was squeezing, pinching, rolling the turgid nipples between the warm pads of his fingers. As he leaned forward, the long pole of his erection nestled between Treize's cheeks and he closed his eyes, caught up in the absolute pleasure of how it felt. His voice, when he spoke, was deeper, hoarse with desire. "When you feel it, when you know you're close... empty your mind. Tell yourself you are simply a vessel, you exist to receive my seed, your life has no higher or more worthy purpose... concentrate on that alone, until you hear the sound of my voice, telling you to give in..."
His hands trailed slowly down Treize's chest and belly, then slid into the access pants, stopping to graze through the damp, curling hair between Treize's legs before ghosting over the dripping cock that sprung from it.
"Ohhhh!" A strangled moan over that touch to his aching, throbbing member, that left him shuddering and struggling to keep on his hands and knees. "Ma~aster..." A light rock backwards, so that the latex covered hardness rubbed against the cloth of his pants, heat seeping through to him.
"Mmmmn... calm yourself, Treize. Practice backing off from that feeling, so you don't come without thinking."
There was a pause and Zechs bent to pull something out from under the bed. "Now, I'm going to put something up inside you... something that can bring you great pleasure... but I don't want you going too far, so if I see you getting close, i will stop the pleasure. Now... relax..."
He grasped Treize's member and gave it a firm stroke. At the same time, he pushed a small, oval shaped vibrator up inside of the other man, using his finger to locate Treize's prostate and nestling the device against it before withdrawing his hand. A slight touch of a tiny remote and it began vibrating slowly, directly against that sensitive gland.
"Oh, it..." It was so sensative to begin with, that nub, and now to have *that* barely resting on it... His bottom, still covered by the access pants, waved in the air, trying to find something to push against to quell the pleasure. "Oh, god, Master... it feels so.... ah!"
"Practice, Treize..." came the firm but gentle voice. "Concentrate on your role... your own pleasure is to be postponed until your master tells you you may induge in it... Keep trying to make yourself simply a vessel..." Another ghost of a touch and the vibration increased.
Zechs stepped back a bit, watching. "When you are able to... take your pants off. *Slowly*..."
And his body wanted to center so badly on the pleasurable feeling coursing through his veins... "It's hard, master," he whimpered softly, squirming just enough to shift his weight onto one arm, reaching back with the other to undo the snaps at the side of the waist-band, so that the pants could flutter free.
"Yes... it is *hard.*" A sultry smile crept over Zechs's face as he watched the creamy globes revealed. "That's it..." he breathed. "Now down on your forearms, Treize, and show me how much you want it." He brushed the remote a third time and the low buzzing kicked up again, finally becoming audible.
"Uhhh, Master," he whined softly doing just what he'd been told, dropping onto hands and elbows, leaning his body forward so he could rub his cheek against the silken bedding to take the edge off. Clear fluid wept from the tip of his cock, dripping slowly onto the bed beneath him. "I want it, Master... I want it."
"So it seems," came the sultry reply. The tall blond man walked casually across the room and brought a chair back to the side of the bed. He sat in it, facing Treize's backside, placing booted feet up on the bed itself. The he dropped his legs wide apart and slid down a bit. One elbow rested on a leather-covered knee, supporting his head. In the fingers of his other hand was the small remote that controlled the vibrator inside of Treize.
"Now then," he murmured, "let's get down to some serious training. I want you to stay on all fours, Treize, but turn around and face me."
Slowly followed, that order, with Treize crawling around to turn, and then resettle himself so that he was in the same position as before --resting forward on his elbows, but looking up at Zechs this time, expectant. From where he was, the view was superb -- eye to eye with his master's crotch, that ultra-shiny boot in direct line of sight.
"Do you like what you see, Treize?" Zechs asked, giving his latex-covered member a long, slow stroke. It quivered at the touch and he half-closed his eyes, watching Treize closely and he increased the vibration.
The difference this time was more noticable, and Treize's bottom squirmed in vain for more pressure. "Yes, Master," he groaned quietly, eyes locked on the hand and the black latex. "Ye~es..."
Zechs smiled at him, taking it all in: the wonderful submissiveness, the hard, leaking cock, the sounds Treize was making as he squirmed. "Excellent, Treize... now let's see how patient you can be."
With the barest flick of his thumb, the vibration completely stopped.
A stammered cry of protest, and all of that teasing pleasure stopped; Treize's face furrowed into a brief frown, eyes still locked onto Zechs. "Master... please?"
Calm yourself, Treize," the golden man murmured. "Patience is something that must be *learned.* Now, watch me closely..."
Zechs kept his eyes locked on Treize's as he slid just a bit farther down in the chair, long legs falling open that much more. He began to pull at his shaft with long, slow strokes, sighing softly, half-closed eyes never moving from his slave's face. "I can imagine being inside you, Treize... holding you down, pushing your legs apart, and driving into you... oh, Treize... I can see you panting, moaning, begging to be fucked and fucked hard..."
/Oh, I wish you would..../ "Please fuck me, master," Treize whimpered, shivering with the little frission of humiliation those words, caused... but it was a definite need within him, and growing stronger as he kept watching Zechs stroke himself through the latex.
"I can almost feel it... the way my shaft would force you open, the lovely sound it would make as it raked through you, your pretty ass up against me when I push it in *deep*..."
He stroked himself hard and fast a few time, eyes briefly closing in passion and a spill of blond hair drifting over one shoulder. Then the rhythm slowed and he opened his eyes again. "And every scrape of cock inside you would press and rub that sweet little spot..."
A tiny movement, and the vibrator hummed to life against that sensitive nub.
"Ahhn!" Treize buckled for a moment, hips coming forward at nothing as his cock pulsed a long strand of clear fluid; it left him shaking, still on the brink, as that vibrator only seemed to make things worse, not satisfying him at all -- just building and building on the mindless pleasure. "Gott, Master...."
The vibration stopped immediately. "No, Treize... you must wait for me to tell you before you do that. Now calm yourself... you are a vessel, made to receive me, should I choose you for that honor. Your pleasure comes first in knowing you are being a good and obedient pet... that you are doing everything you can to heigthen your Master's desire. And oh, Treize... how I love to see you like this... out of your mind with pleasure and begging for more... you don't know what the sight of you is doing to me... beautiful man..."
The last words were huffed more than spoken and Zechs rose from the chair and knelt on the bed in front of Treize. The long black length of him again grazed Treize's cheek. "Are you calm now, my pet? Should I turn my little device back on?"
Touch... always helped, and he pressed close as he could to Zechs' long shaft and his warm hip, cheek against the material as he nodded. "Please... I won't disobey." Sapphire eyes closed, centering on the feel of heat against his cheek, elbows still resting on the bed. "I want... to please you, Master. I want to be good for you..."
Zechs nearly came then, at the sound of those words. He barely held it in, but couldn't stop his back from arching, eyes closing as he held Treize's head in place and rubbed his balls, each one hanging in its own latex sheath, against the older man's face.
The vibrator hummed on once more.
A pleasured whisper of sound left Treize, and he nudged and nuzzled more against Zechs, as best he could when held in place as he was. "My Master... Master." It was so arousing, just to say *that*!
And equally arousing to hear, as Zechs gave a low growl, taking Treize by the shoulders and pushing him onto the mattress, on his back. His hands grabbed Treize's wrists, pinning them firmly over his head and keeping them there with one hand only. his other snaked between their bodies, grasping both cocks and stroking them as one. Looking down at Treize, blond hair spilled forward, ghosting over the older man's shoulders and upper arms, Zechs whispered, "Tell me you want it, Treize... tell me..."
"I want you, Master!" he cried out. Not a scream, but a hoarse cry, spurred on by his master's words.
Long, slender fingers penetrated him as Zechs removed the vibrator and nudged the head of his shaft up between Treize's cheeks. "Time to see how much you've learned, sweet one," Zechs murmured. He looked down at the older man, eyes softened with desire. "Remember, Treize... you are a vessel, first and foremost, and you will take your pleasure when I allow you to."
He gave Treize's shaft a final, long stroke, collecting the clear fluid from it and coating his own quivering member with it. Then he pressed forward and moaned softly as he felt Treize's entrance give way before him.
Always tight, and Treize always had to force himself to relax -- except, this time, he was so caught up in it that it didn't hurt much. Just a spasm open, then snap tight around the thickness just barely within him, teasing him. Forked-eyebrows drew together as he strangled an escaping moan. "You feel so big, Master... so much... ahh, gut."
"And you, my love, are a *symphony* of heat... and tightness..." Zechs breathed, pushing just a bit further in. "Your body is mine, and it sings to me... a song of desire, and need, and pleasure..."
Zechs leaned down, penetrating even further, and brushed his lips against Treize's. "Mine..."
Skewered and possessed, all for his master -- it was hard to stay in control, hard to not just fly to pieces and come, straining to catch more of those haunting kisses, wanting nothing but more of them, of that feeling of being so *owned* that Zechs gave him. And to please his master... "All for you..."
"Ah, yes..." Zechs sighed, sliding in to the hilt. "Dear God, I love to hear you say it..." Rocking slightly to make sure Treize understood just how deeply he was impaled, Zechs claimed the other man's mouth in a passionately insistent kiss.
Hot lips pressed to his lips tightly, a tongue forging ahead to make itself known to him, taking him like the rest of his body was being claimed. His hips rocked up to Zechs' heavy impalement, just a little, shivering at the bursts of pleasure that gave.
The kiss deepened, tongue against tongue in a gentle war of desire. Zechs pulled backwards and then pushed in again, slowly but firmly, the deepest penetration possible. He groaned softly at the intensity of it, wanting to give in and fuck his slave fast and hard. But Treize needed training and this was no time to give himself up to immediate gratification. A longer-lasting pleasure would be his if he was careful and patient with the older man now.
Using both hands again, he strengthened his grip on Treize's wrists, pinning them down to the bed just as his body pinned the man's hips. "I've taken you, Treize," he whispered, "taken every inch of you and made you my own... my pet... my sweet, sweet possession..."
"My Master," Treize whimpered, unable to move enough to get what he wanted. "You feel... so much inside me. So big, you..." A shiver, as the ring of muscle holding Zechs in gave a little spasm around him. "So good. It's not like any of the other masters, you fit... well. Yours."
"No, Treize... I am *not* like any of the others... The only torture I intend for you is to torture you with *pleasure*..." Another pull backwards, another long, deep thrust. "You are so beautiful, Treize... How anyone could want to hurt you, to mar this amazing body... *Unthinkable*... you were made for pleasure, Treize, to give it *and* to take it... and you will get nothing but fierce, unending pleasure here."
The thrusts were coming in a slow, sultry rhythm now and Zechs's lips ghosted over Treize's cheeks and lips. "Just obey me, give yourself up to me, be my sweet slave and perfect toy... and you will have all the pleasure you could ever want..."
"I want your pleasure, master," Treize gasped out, arching up to catch those lips again, breath uneven. "I'm trying... to be your vessel master."
Nuzzles became kisses as the sultry rhythm increased. "Yes, my pet... that's my good man... give yourself up to complete and total possession by your master... you can't begin to imagine the pleasure that would bring me, dear Treize..."
Sweet kisses that he drank down like thick nectar, arching for them as much as he arched for impalement. It was a distraction from the throb of his groin, the press and stroke inside of him. "What you do to me...."
"Ohhh, and I *love* doing it to you..." Zechs breathed. Slowly, he released Treize's wrists and let his hands trail down the upraised arms. The kisses resumed as his thumbs found the other man's nipples and began rubbing softly at them. "So beautiful... all *mine*..."
"Ahn!" He arched, sapphire orbs sliding shut in the face of that frission of pleasure. "You make it hard... to hold back for you, master," he whimpered.
"Do it, Treize... wait for it... ahh, YES!" He buried his face between Treize's neck and shoulder and whispered fiercely and stroking in and out several more times before whispering, "*Now*, sweet man... ah, *come* for me!"
Permission given, it took only a moment for the first pulse to spill from the bobbing head of his cock, spilling against Zechs' stomach as much as his own, followed by pulse after pulse until it seemed it wouldn't end, that flow of pleasure out of him...
Ah, the feel of it, warm and slick, evidence of Treize's passion, turned Zechs's blood to fire. And it happened right on command - even more arousing. There was only one thing to do about it at that point, so he wrapped his arms around Treize, one cradling his head, the other tight around his waist and held the man to him, nearly lifting him off the bed, as he himself came and came and came - a low, primitive sound escaping him with each thrust.
Cradled close and tight, so warm and overcome with it as Zechs took his pleasure from him, filling his body up with hot seed. /Oh, I love him... love this... I need this, to be treated like this./ "Master..."
"Beautiful, beautiful Treize," Zechs murmured, kissing and nuzzling the damp skin of the other man's neck. "Ohhh... you are *such* a delight..." He was still panting softly as he worked his way up Treize's throat and jaw to finally take his mouth in deep, passionate kiss.
This time, Treize forged forward enough to twine his tongue with Zechs', savouring the play of hot and slick against him. "Ohhh... thank you, Master."
"Mmmm... you kiss so well, Treize..." Zechs murmured against his pet's warm lips. "Where did you learn to do this, hmmm...?"
"Right here," he murmured truthfully -- Anne had never been so enjoyable to kiss. "I do well when I enjoy things..." And then he leaned up to get another.
Zechs obliged gladly, caught up in a strange and unfamiliar desire he'd only ever felt with Wufei. His pets weren't equals when it came to kissing. There were some he never kissed at all - the back roomers mostly - and others, like Duo, who were very pleasant to kiss, indeed.
But Wufei was different. They'd spent hours at times, just kissing and touching. With any other slave he'd have gotten impatient to get to the actual fucking, but with Wufei, even the steps along the way brought grand pleasure.
Now that feeling had come again, this time with Treize.
"Mmmmn... do you enjoy what we're doing, Treize? Do you want more...?"
Sighing and shifting barely closer to Zechs, Treize nodded. "Yes. It's very... relaxing. Nice. I'd like more of your kisses..."
Zechs pulled back and looked down at the other man. "Relaxing? *Nice*?? Lovely demon, you cut me to the quick... damning with faint praise, is it...?" He leaned down again and caught the other man's mouth in a deep and passionate kiss, letting his hands wander over Treize's body as he did so, stroking flanks, teasing nipples, and ghosting over the limp member. Briefly, he tore his mouth away and whispered fiercely against the other man's mouth, "I don't want you thinking of my kisses as 'nice', Treize... I want you on fire for me!" He resumed the kiss and reached a hand out to the small remote, grasping the small vibrator in his hand. Still kissing Treize, he let it trail up the older man's chest and graze faintly over his nipples.
"Ahh!" a soft outcry against Zehcs's lips, rumbling back and forth between them as Treize's hand tigthened at the nape of Zechs' neck. "Oh... it's better than nice!"
The vibrator lingered on on nipple for a moment before before Zechs let it glide down Treize's belly and on the the delicate skin of his inner thigh. His kisses roamed all over the older man's face, neck, and throat and he pressed himself to the length of Treize's body, his long cock already stiffening again.
"Oh, Master," Treize whimpered, clinging closely to the younger man. "Can I touch you, Master...? Please...?" he wanted to stroke that long cock that had been inside of him so often, he wanted to smooth his hands over golden skin...
"I suppose I can allow that," Zechs murmured, nipping at Treize's ear.
Nearly at once, those fingers were clutching at him, hugging him closer, running shakily over his back and buttocks, just a warm rubbing. "Oh, you feel *so* good!"
Zechs had to smile at the man's eagerness. "I do believe," he murmured, letting the other man explore him, "that you have been deprived of pleasurable touches, Treize." He let his own hands glide over Treize's shoulders and back and then leaned down to nuzzle softly at his neck. "You can trust me, dear one," he breathed against the damp skin. "No matter what we do, you can trust me..."
"You make everything feel good," Treize murmured, stroking more, exploring, with a ravishing need to explore more. "I trust. You, I... trust." Thoughts were scattering fast and furiously, as he pleaded softly, "I want your pleasurable touches."
Zechs sighed, contemplating the possibilities. "You know, Treize," he murmured kissing the man again and again, "pleasure can be had from many kinds of touches..."
"Mmm," he agreed a little, taking another kiss from Zechs. "But more hurt than feel good."
The kiss was joined with equal passion from Zechs. When they pulled apart, the blond breathed softly against the other man's mouth. "Sometimes the line between pain and intense pleasure is a thin one, indeed..."
He pulled slightly away from Treize, gently turning him onto his belly while continuing to stroke and caress him. Little nipping kisses fell along the older man's neck and shoulders and gentle hands slid between his legs, stroking his thighs with the gentlest of touches.
And Treize sighed softly at those touches, arching back towards them languidly. "I've never had that proven, Master... pain is pain, and pleasure is pleasure..." Beneath Zechs's fingers could be felt a tremble, a tensing of muscles. "But if you think..."
"Sometimes that's true, but at other times..." Zechs's hand was caressing Treize's bottom now, rubbing it softly in lazy circles. "At other times it's simply a matter of how you *interpret* the sensation. Is it really pain? Or is it just a *very* intense pleasure? If you really pay attention to what you're feeling when you experience it, you'll begin to notice that the interpretation can be changed, just by changing your thoughts..."
Zechs spread Treize's cheeks carefully and slipped the vibrator back in, turning it on at a low, thrumming pace. "Now, my sweet one, pay attention to how you're feeling..."
When the vibrator had been running for a couple of minutes Zechs lifted his hand and brought it down with a moderate *smack* on Treize's bottom. "Feel the pleasure in it Treize," he whispered close to the older man's ear.
"Ohhhh," the older man moaned, tone barely a whimper of sound as his fists clutched into the bedding. Erotic, yes - just a blow of pressure and sensation. "That feels hot... the skin there, but it doesn't... hurt..." Not like the whips that had scarred his back and chest.
"Mmmm, yes," Zechs purred bringing his hand down a second time, "and isn't a lovely heat? Your pretty ass beginning to glow, just a bit..."
/I must look like a mewling kitten, like this,/ Treize mused, fingers knotting and un-knotting, kneading at the bedding. Combined with the buzz inside of him, each blow reverberated pleasure through him.
Another smack, and the low, deep voice continued. "And the discipline behind it, Treize... your Master putting you in your place... can you feel the exquisite arousal that comes from submission...?"
Nodding shakily, Treize shifted to relieve some of the painful pressure of his arousal. "Yes... Ach, Gott ja!"
"Up on your knees, dear one... I want those lovely buttocks in the air..." *smack*
Raising up as best as he could, hind-end only, he lifted his butt as he brought his knees under him, a struggle at first, but... "Oh, master!"
"Yes, my sweet?" Zechs murmured as he trailed silken fingers over Treize's heavy balls and up the hardened shaft between his legs. "Tell me how you feel?" *smack*
Rearing back again, Treize let out a softly pleased outcry. "It feels hot, Master... so hot, like you're going to burn me up, consume me... I want you, I want something, *Please*!" The crazy buzzing of the vibrator inside of him was getting to be too much again, combined with the soft hand smacking his bottom, made the head of his cock leak, weeping onto the bedding beneath him.
"Calm yourself, sweet one," Zechs whispered. Treize was obviously close, so he turned down the level on the vibrator and then moved so he was behind Treize, large, cool hands on the slightly pink cheeks. Then he bent his head and blew softly across first one and then the other. "You're my beautiful plaything, Treize," he murmured as he blew. "A wonderfully erotic toy that I prize and treasure..."
He nodded, eyes closed against all sensations possible -- blonking out anything but Zechs' smooth erotic voice and the touch of his hands, the vibrator. "Mmh." It was hard to calm, but the tapering off of stimulation left him still as hard as he'd been before. "Get me all worked up, then leave me hanging..."
"Yes," Zechs breathed, lips grazing the tender skin beneath his fingers. The smell of the man was maddening! So hard to hold back...
"That's what's necessary to train you, dear one... and I wanted you *well-trained*... aching and begging for my touch... so obedient you make me hard just watching you kneel..."
He backed up a bit, only his hands touching Treize, a loose hold on the older man's hips. "I want... *need* to control you..." Another sharp slap on the upturned buttocks. "If you only knew how delicious you look... perhaps one day you and I will watch my videos together..." Smack!
"Videos?!" That was nearly a squeak of noise, cut short by the huff of air that left him when the blow hit. "You f-film this...?"
"Mmm, yes..." the blond man purred. "You're the best I've ever seen - so lovely on camera. You don't know how many times I've pleasured myself in my office while watching you get fucked..." Smack!
"Uhm!" He bit his lip at that hit, trying to roll his hips backwards to the hits and the vibrator that was steady within him no matter what. "You do that...? Watch tapes...? Of you fucking me.... making me yours, Master?"
"*Claiming* every inch of your body, Treize..." Zechs breathed, rubbing his cock between those perfect globes. "I watch you writhe under me, and moan when I penetrate you... oh, that's my favorite part... when you get *skewered*, Treize... I slick my hand with heated oil and I pump myself and watch you get pricked over and over and over again... ah, God, Treize - thank heavens for the zoom lens... and that lovely rewind button..." Smack!!
Treize pushed back against Zechs' hard cock, moaning when it didn't go into him but slid teasingly up along his cleft, and that heavy, hot hand... "Mmm, I'd like to watch you... do that, master," he gritted out past his passion. "I can't concentrate on your face when you're f-fucking me."
A low growling purr came from the younger man. "Soon, dear one... I'll schedule a *very* private screening..." He moaned and rubbed harder against the other man, too far gone in pleasure to worry about training now. Now it was all about pleasure, as much as he could get whatever way he could get it.
Moving down again he cupped his hands around Treize's bottom, pulling his cheeks apart, and began to blow, very softly, on the trembling entrance.
"Oh!" A soft exhaliation. Zechs had touched down there before, but it always felt so new... "That's strange, but good.... oh, it almost tickles..."
There was a soft, throaty chuckle from the man behind him and Zechs murmured, "Oh, Treize... I've not yet *begun* to tickle you..." Once again the vibrator was retrieved from inside of Treize and pulled out gently. Then Zechs turned up the level a few notches and held an end of it just barely on the very center of the tender pucker.
And Treize nearly jumped, at first -- then he pressed back a little, groaning quietly. "Oh, please -- that feels so..." A groan, and the little ring of muscle kept winking at him, wildly clenching and relaxing, unsure what to do about the vibrator resting there.
Zechs leaned down, kissing those perfect globes with a hungry, open mouth and pressing the vibrator a little harder against Treize's entrance. Then, abruptly, it was taken away and the blond lifted Treize up until his ass was was close and only Treize's chest and arms remained on the bed. A final kiss to each cheek, as Zechs's clever fingers pried his pet open again and then he buried his face in the cleft, tongue squirming it's way into Treize's heat.
"AHHH!" His body tigthened and bucked nearly at once, but he didn't spill -- only barely did he keep it in. That hot squirm, so wet and perfect, against his entrance... So very erotic! "Master! Oh, Master, that feels perfect! Zechs!"
Too caught up in the pleasure to notice the slip in respect, Zechs continued to burrow as far as he could into Treize's bottom, heady with the scent and feel of him. His own erection had become painful and leaked down his thighs in silent urging to take the man he held - take him now, harding and pounding.
And Treize wanted it, that release it brought with it, the heady bursts of pleasure... "Fuck me again, master," he begged in a soft voice.
Zechs groaned, the invitation itself too erotic for words, and lifted himself, moving, so that the head of his shaft nudged the tight entrance. He began rocking, back and forth, each tiny movement forcing his cock in a bit deeper. "God, *take* it, sweet man..."
"Ughh!" Having it forced into him that way, Zechs's cock fucking the ring of muscle that was supposed to keep him out, flaunting it... "More, Master, please..."
"So pretty when you beg for it," Zechs growled. His hips continued to piston against the softness of Treize's bottom, shaft wedging in bit by bit. "You're *mine*, to do with what I please... and there's nothing you can do to stop me, Treize... Uhhn!"
"Why would I?" he asked in a gasp, trying to push back again. "Oh, *please* put it in me, Master..."
A quick, hard forward thrust of his hips and Zechs buried himself deep within the other man, groaning in delight at the tight heat. He was still for a moment, allowing Treize to adjust, just rocking gently back and forth, enough to make sure they each knew where the other was. "Ohhh, *speared* you, lovely pet... stuck you *so* good..."
"So full of you, master," he sighed, shaking at the sensation, but soaking it up, too. "Deep inside of me -- you're deep inside of me, and I want you deeper, Zechs... Please."
Zechs gave a low growl and pulled out with agonizing slowness. When just the tip was in he rocked a couple of times and the thrust in to the hilt. The friction of it sent a vibrant thrill of pleasure through him and soon he had started a rhythm, fucking Treize steadily, eyes closed in complete bliss.
"Harder, Master," Treize pleaded. His buttocks were still warmed from Zechs' hand, and the feel of hard pelvis hitting that heated flesh was pleasurable hell, the scrape of cock inside his willing body...
Taking hold of Treize's hips, Zechs held him firmly in place and began thrusting more roughly into him, panting with each push inside, the sweet friction almost maddening in its intensity. And now, he reached slowly around Treize's belly and grasped the other man's dripping erection in his hand, stroking downward with every hard thrust in.
Dripping was an under-statement for the weeping member Zechs's easily manipulated with his knowing fingers, making Teize writhe back against him for more. "Master, let me... oh, let me!"
"Wait for it, Treize," breathed Zechs, and he gave a shudder of exquisite pleasure and released, pumping seed deep into the older man's body. "*Come,* Trieze," he ordered and then lost himself in the feeling of it.
A tight spasm around his hot hard cock, and then Treize was flowing out of himself, it felt, and onto the bed-spread with a wracking splatter of semen on satin. Then he slumped forward bonelessly.
Zechs stayed on all fours, belly just lightly grazing Treize's back and his cheek pressed against the golden brown hair. "Oh *perfect,* sweet man... you learn so quickly... so well..."
"You teach so well," Treize groaned. "Oh, that felt good -- I'll be so sore tomorrow morning, and you'll be all I can think of..."
Nuzzling at the back of the older man's neck, Zechs whispered, "And that's just how it *should* be Treize. I want to know that you're thinking of me when I'm away from you. When I'm at some interminable meeting I want to think of you, here at home, waiting for me... fantasizing about what I'll do to you... That thought would give me such pleasure, Treize..."
"I will be waiting," he replied raggedly. "I want to have you come back to me!"
"Excellent, dear one," Zechs sighed, gradually sitting up. "It's been an excellent session" he said, gently stroking the other man's hair. "You're coming along so nicely... but now I must bid you good night." He leaned over a pressed a small switch by the night table.
"Master," he sighed quietly, straining to turn onto his back agian, look up at his master, to touch him... "Let me stay with you, please..."
"I have other matters to attend to, sweet man," Zechs murmured, rising from the bed and getting a robe out of his closet. "But believe me, you will be foremost in my thoughts throughout the night..."
Sagging back in the bed, Treize sighed quietly, still watching Zechs. It just wasn't enough, to have such a connection with Zechs, without just.. being with him. At his side. "Is there anything else you want me to do today, Master...?" he asked politely, trying to keep the longing out of his voice.
Zechs turned to him and smiled, pale gold hair gleaming against the dark blue silk of the robe. "I want you to rest, dear one," he said softly. Padding over to the bed, he reached and arm out, grazing Treize's cheek with his fingers. "One of the angels is on his way to help you bathe and see you back to your room. So rest, Treize. I have even sweeter things for us to do tomorrow..." Leaning forward he brushed his lips against the other man's and then caught his mouth in a soft, lingering kiss.
"Thank you," Treize whispered when the kiss broke. "Ich leibe du, Master."
"My sweet, sweet man," Zechs said, in reply. There was a last brush of fingers against Treize's cheek, and then he was gone.
Sapphire eyes slid shut once Zechs had left having nothing in the room worth looking at. He'd rest until the Angel came and got him... and look forward to the next training session.
End of Chapter 23
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