23-Dec-2004
"Well, Pet," Zechs said as the elevator doors opened onto the apartment Heero would soon come to think of as home. "I'm pleased that you're behaving so well. You keep it up, and we won't need to see Wufei ever again." Heero was still huddled up in his Master's overcoat; he shuddered violently at the mention of Wufei's name, his compact body tense and cool in Zechs's arms. He kept his silence as Zechs carried him to the playroom, and though he offered no real resistance as the Blondie cuffed his wrists to the sides of the bed, his body was still trying to curl in on itself.
"Are you cold?" Zechs asked gently. "I don't think you'll be feeling cold for much longer."
"Don't... " Heero whispered, but Zechs was already fastening the familiar thigh and ankle cuffs in place, looking unnervingly cheerful. Heero glanced away, scowling and shivering uncontrollably, wanting nothing more at that moment than for Zechs to finish tying him up as he clearly meant to do, then cover him up and leave him alone.
It caught Heero completely by surprise when Zechs pulled his right leg up and clipped the thigh cuff to a short chain coming from the same clasp holding his wrist in place; a second chain, connecting the thigh and ankle cuff, kept his leg bent at the knee and prevented kicking. It was done so quickly that he hadn't even had time to fight, and no amount of flailing with his left leg was going to stop Zechs from immobilizing it as well. In barely any time at all, Heero was secured to the bed, his legs held up and open, exposing everything. With the same horrifying efficiency, Zechs forced a gag between Heero's teeth and fastened it behind his head.
"There, now, Heero," Zechs said, standing back with an immensely self-satisfied smile and looking over his handiwork. "Now we won't have to worry about your mouth running away with you before you can enjoy your reward for good behavior."
With that, the Blondie stepped over to his collection of toys and selected a slim vibrator, then looked back at Heero over his shoulder. Heero was shaking his head and violently thrashing against the restraints, his blue eyes wide and frightened, and Zechs smiled, filled with that odd, exquisite mix of tenderness and vicious delight that he encountered so rarely in the jaded, sheltered society of the Blondies... not that he'd needed any further proof that Heero was the Pet he wanted. "Don't worry, Pet," Zechs said, collecting the rest of the things he'd chosen for this session and sitting on the mattress between Heero's wide-spread legs. "As I said, this is your reward." He paused, and let his gaze deliberately drop for several moments before meeting Heero's shocked, furious, worried gaze.
He couldn't help but smile; his Pet was such a treasure, with his unschooled reactions. Zechs returned his attention between Heero's trembling legs, and fastidiously brushed one fingertip just over the tight, hidden little opening, his smile widening with satisfaction as Heero jumped and twitched in reaction. The chains rattled but held, and the gag sufficiently distorted whatever unpleasantries Heero was trying to voice; nothing was going to stop Zechs this time. He trailed his fingers upward over baby-smooth skin, tracing along his Pet's limp flesh with a feather-light, teasing touch, caressing and toying with him. His patience was rewarded when Heero once again began to respond in spite of himself, blushing miserably and straining to close his legs.
"Ah, there," Zechs said, aware of, and very much enjoying, Heero's distress. He continued his explorations, his hands gliding over Heero's skin in delicate patterns, now ticklishly light, now firm and warm. He stroked Heero's trapped limbs, both reminding Heero of his helplessness and checking hands and feet to be sure the circulation hadn't been cut off, then he flattened his hands over Heero's ribcage, fingers splayed wide. Heero was breathing hard, in short, shallow little gasps; as Zechs began teasing his nipples, pinching and plucking at them, the gasps came out as soft, affronted little huffs of noise muffled by the gag.
"You like that, don't you?" Zechs asked smugly, gently tugging on the tightened little buds of flesh and smirking as Heero's hips jerked in unconscious response. "Your body betrays you, Pet." Heero squeezed his eyes shut and turned away with a stifled groan, still tugging fitfully against his bonds as his body reacted to the darting, unfamiliar sensations. He kept trying to catch his breath, but he couldn't seem to manage it; he shouldn't be reacting this way, but then, nobody had ever *dared* to touch him so freely.
The pulling stopped, but he still felt pressure, cool and steady. He opened his eyes and glanced down at himself, and was dismayed to find that Zechs had fastened clamps to his nipples; a thin chain ran from one to the other, gleaming dully. Zechs caught the chain on one fingertip and tugged lightly, and Heero arched upwards with a soft little cry, eyes wide and wild at the sensation, and while his attention was still focused on the careful, precise bite of the clamps, Zechs slid the well-greased vibrator into him. Heero bucked against the restraints, outraged and frightened, and Zechs simply held the vibrator in place, waiting for him to settle down.
"Relax, Pet," he said. "It's only a small one. It's not much more wide around than my finger." That was hardly the point to Heero, who was so incensed at the violation that he couldn't have put it into words, gag or no gag. It wasn't the size of the vibrator so much as the *idea* of it, and the idea of himself as a vessel for such things, a toy to be played with... a Pet.
While Heero was still fuming over the vibrator, Zechs used his free hand to grasp his Pet's flagging erection and tease it back to life. It wouldn't do at all, if his Pet didn't enjoy his reward. Heero groaned, miserable and humiliated, as those horrible, clever fingers stroked him back to full arousal. He should have been able to control his body's reactions, but he was helpless, lost, and it was too much for him, and he *hated* it, and most of all he *hated* himself for being so weak.
With a swift series of motions, Zechs pulled the clamps off, and Heero bit down hard on the gag as the returning flow of blood made his chest throb... and at that same moment, Zechs began to move the vibrator, sliding it gently in and out. Small as it was, Heero was still conscious of every millimeter of the thing moving inside him, rubbing in a way that felt... strange, and far too intense to be pleasant. He thrashed his head restlessly, wanting it to stop, and then Zechs's hand was wrapping around him again, stroking purposefully, taking him right to the brink and holding him there, and then with the flick of a switch Zechs turned the vibrator <b>on</b>.
Heero turned his face away, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and so he was unaware of Zechs moving in close until he felt even white teeth clamping down on the side of his neck with careful pressure. Heero froze, riding the razor edge of sensation too intense to identify--pain and pleasure, neither and both--and he knew he was losing it, he *knew* the moment he passed the point of no return, the moment his defeat became inevitable, and Zechs knew it, too, and it was more than he could bear. It was the bite that drove him over the edge at last, limbs convulsing hard enough to make the chains groan, face suffused with a horrified, humiliated, gratified blush as he gasped out a quiet, broken cry of inevitable release. Zechs continued biting him, driving the thing inside him, until there was nothing left of Heero's resistance, nothing left at all but loose-limbed, uncontrolled, uncontrollable shivers, the aftershocks of his unwilling pleasure. When at last he was exhausted and lay still, Zechs switched off the vibrator and removed Heero's gag.
"Take it out," Heero whimpered, still with his eyes squeezed shut. "*Please*."
"Please, who?" Zechs prompted, and Heero shook his head. "All right, Heero," Zechs said, not wanting to force a situation where he'd have to punish Heero yet again. "Tell me, then, what three things do you most want?"
"My freedom, my name back, and my revenge," Heero replied darkly, refusing to even look at Zechs. He hadn't realized how utterly demoralized he could be made to feel, and from what was, by Pet standards, very light play.
"Aside from that," Zechs said, moving the vibrator slightly in warning, just enough to remind Heero that it was still there. "What three things would you ask that I might, as your master, be inclined to grant you? Or are you content to remain as you are?"
"A bath," Heero said, squirming uncomfortably and making a small scoffing noise, a little huff of sound as the vibrator shifted again. "By myself. And clothes." After a few moments' thought he added, "And real food."
"Very well," Zechs said. "Ask me properly, and I'll give you those three things."
"May I have a bath by myself," Heero said, gritting his teeth. "And clothes and real food?" After a long pause, he added, "Please."
"Please, who?" Zechs said patiently. Heero scowled at him and then looked away again, furious. He should have known...
"Is it such a hard word?" Zechs asked, and received a short, sharp nod in reply. "So hard that you'd give up those things you want in order to leave it unsaid?" Another nod.
"Well," Zechs said, and slowly began sliding the vibrator out and then in again. "I can hardly reward you with those creature comforts when you refuse to acknowledge me. How disappointing... but ah, well. I'll just play with you a bit more--not as a reward, you understand, but merely to entertain myself."
"MayIhaveabathpleaseMASTERIHATEYOU!" Heero hissed, and Zechs smiled at him and withdrew the vibrator.
"I'll tell you what, my dear Heero," he said. "You give me your word that you will not try to escape or to harm me or yourself, and I'll let you have an hour of privacy in the bathroom. What do you think of that?"
Heero glared, clenching his teeth. To have the opportunity to tend to his needs in privacy... "I won't promise that," he whispered. "I *will* escape, as soon as I get the chance. And I'll hurt you if you get in my way."
"Naughty boy," Zechs said. "You'll either promise to behave during the hour I'm so generously granting you, or you'll have to be directly supervised. It's not such a hard thing I'm asking, certainly not worth getting yourself in trouble after I've been so pleased with your sweet apology. You can even keep your dreams of escape if they make you happy. All I want is your word of honor that you'll make no such attempt while you're in the bathroom."
"Why would you trust my word?" Heero said, scowling. "You haven't believed anything I've said to you."
"Do you want the free time or not?" Zechs snapped, and the sight of anger kindling in those icy blue eyes reminded him of Wufei and water and the threat of worse. Sullenly, Heero glanced away and nodded.
"I promise I won't try to escape while I'm in the bathroom," he said. "And I won't try to kill myself or hurt you when I'm in the bathroom or use anything in the bathroom for a weapon."
"Good enough," Zechs said. He quickly released Heero and carried him to the bathroom and then left, and Heero heard the sound of the bathroom door latching behind him. He tested the door, despite that he knew it wouldn't open. It was solidly locked. With a sigh that was half relief, Heero set about tending his most immediate needs. Just the luxury of being able to use the toilet in privacy was almost worth having had to humble himself to Zechs... Heero laughed bitterly under his breath as the irony struck him, that he was grateful to be treated, even in such a small way, as a human and not an exotic animal, a mindless Pet. He'd witnessed the process of breaking in a Pet before, and he understood very well what the stages of acceptance were... and even so, he found himself being led from one stage to the next, furious but incapable of resisting because that was how the process worked.
Defiance was exhausting, even if he had the right of it. He buried his face in his hands for a few moments, thinking. There had to be a way to get out of this mess... but if he was registered with Jupiter as a Pet... how? Angrily he scrubbed at his face, as though he could wipe the defeated feeling away.
The water tap refused to obey his demands for hot water. Irritated, Heero stamped one bare foot and glared at the oblivious panel. What little voice he had wasn't loud enough for the voice recognition software to activate, but luckily the bathroom boasted old-fashioned manual taps as well. It took longer than it should have, and Heero was painfully conscious of the passing of his free time, but at last the tub was filled with steaming water. With a soft sigh that he sternly reminded himself was *not* gratitude for the common courtesy one would expect among humans, Heero lowered his shivering body into the water. It was *Heaven*. So warm, so comforting. He never wanted to leave. He held his breath and huddled down in the water, letting the heat of it close over his scalp and beat reassuringly against his closed eyelids, the warmth just short of painful, burning away the last leftover chill from Wufei's training.
The thought occurred to him that he could drown himself. There was plenty of time, and he'd be gone, far beyond the Blondie's reach, long before Zechs even thought to check on him. Drowning was even said to be a painless form of death... but. He'd given his word, and besides that, drowning himself would hardly satisfy his pride. It wasn't enough to escape the Blondie and whatever degradation he had in mind next. He wanted to *punish* everyone involved in bringing him to this point, from the mongrels who'd sliced his throat to the doctor who'd stitched him back up again and handed him over like chattel, and most especially to the Blondie who'd presumed to lay claim to him, to lay hands on him, to violate him with Pet toys. He wanted them all to *suffer* for what he'd suffered.
He surfaced, gasping for breath, just in time to see Zechs leaning against the jamb of the now-open door and smirking.
"You look like a drowned rat," the Blondie said. "Are you enjoying your bath?"
Heero scowled, glancing away and wrapping his arms around his knees. "You can have another fifteen minutes, then," Zechs told him. "After that, I have another surprise for you." With that, he swept out of the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind him. Heero sat for another minute or two, but his bath was spoiled. He quickly finished and clambered out of the tub.
The water wasn't draining. "Empty tub," Heero rasped, and when the order went unheeded, he made a rude gesture at the obnoxious panel and reached for a towel. Zechs could just tell the damned thing himself.
Heero quickly dried himself off, swiped at his hair, and wrapped the towel around his waist. His reflection in the mirror showed a young man with a grim expression and dark, disastrous hair. Irritated, he tried finger-combing it to flatten it out, but it stuck out in all directions regardless, the ends raggedly uneven.
So Zechs had been right that his hair looked bad. Bastard. It was bad enough to have shit-brown hair, but even worse to have it look like someone had chewed it short. He scowled at the mirror and then stomped over to the door, bare feet slapping against the tiles.
Zechs must have been listening for him; the door swung open before he got there, and the Blondie stepped in and pulled the door to behind him.
"Lock door," Zechs said, and the door obediently locked itself. Heero glared at the Blondie, well aware that he'd promised not to try to hurt Zechs while he was in the bathroom. If only he hadn't made that asinine promise--he wanted so badly to wipe that smirk off Zechs's face!
"I know you're probably eager to get out of the bathroom," Zechs said, "but you'll have to indulge me for a few minutes, Heero. Empty tub." The tub started to drain with a loud gurgle, and Heero shot it a withering glare. What exactly had he promised? Not to try to hurt Zechs or himself while in the bathroom, and not to try to escape. At the time, he'd been in such a frantic hurry to get out of the restraints and away from Zechs, but it was occurring to him now that he'd made a horrible bargain. He'd let Zechs get him rattled and off-balance, and he hadn't thought things through.
He was an idiot.
"Now, you're still under your oath not to try to escape me or do harm to either of us," Zechs reminded him, still smirking as he pulled a box out from behind him and showed it to Heero. "I had these made especially for you today, and it's taken the better part of the hour to program everything appropriately. I think you'll find this will be much better than being tied up all the time while your throat heals."
Heero made no move to approach the box; he was regarding it as though he suspected it of concealing a bomb, or a venomous snake. With a widening of his self-satisfied smirk, Zechs opened the box with a flourish, to reveal... four thin strips of white leather, each banded in the center by gleaming silver rings. *Large* rings, big enough in diameter to serve as bracelets or anklets.
Pet rings.
Heero gasped, and backed away, but there really wasn't anywhere for him to go as Zechs scooped up the rings and approached him with them.
"Do us both a favor, Pet," Zechs said, "and don't fight it. These won't hurt you at all."
"I'd rather be tied up all day," Heero rasped, wild-eyed as Zechs backed him into a corner.
"Do remember that you gave your word, Pet," Zechs told him sternly. "Hold out your hands."
"I didn't promise to let you do that to me," Heero snapped, hiding his hands behind his back and painfully aware that he probably looked like a sullen child. With an exasperated sigh, Zechs caught one of Heero's hands, dragged the arm forward, and clapped the ring in place around his wrist.
"Pet position one," Zechs said, and Heero's braceleted arm shot straight up in the air, high enough that he had to stretch out on tiptoes to keep in contact with the floor. Zechs quickly fastened the second bracelet in place, and that arm went up as well. With Heero struggling to keep his balance, it was easy for Zechs to get the anklets on, and he stood back for a moment to admire the sight of his Pet with his strong young body at full extension, muscles quivering with strain and eyes flashing furiously, silver gleaming at his wrists and ankles. It was beautiful, very nearly perfect, and he couldn't help but smile. As soon as Heero's throat was healed, the collar would complete the image.
"Unlock door," he said, "release Pet." The magnetic hold that had been all but lifting him off the ground suddenly broke, and Heero darted past Zechs, heading toward the elevator at a dead run.
"Pet position two," Zechs said, and Heero suddenly hit the floor, face-first, arms and legs spread wide, the towel uselessly sagging from around his waist. He struggled pointlessly for a moment, but he had no leverage at all. "I've programmed a mere fifteen Pet positions as a start," the Blondie said coolly. "Would you like to see the rest of them?"
"No," Heero mumbled, spitting out a few carpet fibers.
"Just one more, then," Zechs said. "Pet position five." Heero's limbs moved to accommodate the new position, which involved Heero remaining face-down, but with his back arched, butt in the air and legs spread wide apart. It was utterly degrading.
"In this position," Zechs said, walking slowly around him in a circle to admire the view from all angles, "a wayward Pet may seek forgiveness for transgressions. Should you ever wish to apologize to me for any wrong-doing, assuming this position first will almost certainly get your apology accepted. Alternatively, should you wish to ask for your Master's touch, this would be an appropriate position."
"Never!"
"I'm certain that at present you can not imagine yourself so wanton," Zechs continued blithely. "However, many things change with time. Just keep in mind that when you want to ask me for pleasure, you know how to do so. Release Pet."
Heero lurched to his feet, swiping at his mouth.
"One more surprise," Zechs said. "Come along, Heero. I think you'll like this one." He headed toward the bedrooms, and Heero stayed where he was, glaring, his fingers twitching as though it was all he could do not to wrap them around Zechs's neck and try to throttle the life out of him. "Do listen to me for a change," Zechs said. "Unless you'd rather learn about another Pet position."
Reluctantly, Heero followed, after retreiving his towel and wrapping it once more around his waist. There had to be a way out of this. There just *had* to!
He'd been expecting Zechs to lead him back to the "play" room, but instead the Blondie headed to the master bedroom. The room was dominated by a monstrously huge bed with a gift box ominously perched at its foot, but on the floor beside it was... a small cage. It looked like a solid grey box with a lockable mesh door, padded on the inside with a thin mattress that covered its floor. It was just big enough that a person Heero's size would be able to sit or lie curled up inside without much difficulty.
Zechs was watching him, expecting Heero's reaction to be explosive. His Pet stared at the thing in horror; for a brief moment there was a flicker of an expression something like fear or sorrow before Heero regained his composure.
"Don't misunderstand," Zechs hastened to reassure him. "I have no plans to lock you in here, though I may on occasion send you to your cage as punishment. This is to be your private place, and when I have no demands to make of you and you wish for a little privacy, you may go here. It should be cozy and fairly comfortable for you in there."
"I'd rather be dead," Heero said, and Zechs pulled him, tense and resisting, into a one-sided embrace.
"Heero," he said. "Once you accept that you are a Pet, your life will be simple. If you are bad, you will be paddled or otherwise punished. If you are good, I will reward you with pleasure."
"I'd rather be mediocre and have you just leave me the fuck alone!" Heero mumbled angrily against Zechs's chest, trying to push him away. The Blondie laughed.
"Pet position seven," he said, and Heero's bracelets pulled his arms behind his back with a metallic clink, making it easy for Zechs to enfold him in his arms and stroke his disastrous hair. "No, my dear Pet, I'm afraid that's not an option. If you are neither good nor bad, I'll assume you are bored and will have to devise some means of entertaining us both."
"I'd rather be fucking *dead*!" Heero snapped.
"Unfortunately for you, that's not an option," Zechs said. "I've yet to see a Pet die from bad temper. Now curb your tongue for a moment and be a good boy so I can give you the other things you asked for. Or did you decide that you don't care about clothes and food after all?"
" ...I really *hate* you," Heero whispered.
"Yes, I know, Pet," Zechs said lightly, giving Heero one last squeeze before releasing him and going to get the box. "Now, as it happens, while you were learning better manners at Wufei's hands, I picked up a few things for you. Let's see how this looks on you. Release Pet."
Heero was just as dismayed by the contents of the box, but he donned the clothing nonetheless--any clothing being better than none at all. Zechs had chosen a pair of white leather shorts for his Pet, tight and form-fitting, with laces crisscrossing up the sides holding the garment in place. The top was a skimpy, cropped white leather vest with silver buckles and optional laces for the front; Heero opted not to lace the thing together. He stood scowling down at himself, furious.
"What do you think?" Zechs asked, taking Heero by the shoulders and turning him slightly this way and that, as though admiring a work of art. "I think you look utterly charming."
"I look ridiculous," Heero whispered, stamping one bare foot and jerking free of Zechs's grasp. "And it's *cold* in this."
"Then, you'll have to rely on your Master to warm you up," Zechs said firmly.
The *look* Heero gave him said it all; Zechs laughed and grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him from the room. "Come along, Pet, I've still to feed you."
End Part 4
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