New Beginning, Bound And Chained 2
By: V. L. Marquette
Lightly edited by: Ravyn
(Authors Note) This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Any resemblance
to anyone, alive or dead is purely coincidental. But, honestly folks, this
takes place on another planet. So this little warning is kind of silly don't ya
think?
*****WARNING***** (NO ONE, AND I DO MEAN NO ONE.) Under the age of 18,
or who lives in an area that this sort of material is illegal, should not read
any farther.
CHAPTER 4
"Jerrick," Fain held up a tangle of cord and weights. "I know what this
is used for, but not how to put it on. Every time Cay used it on me, I was
blindfolded and gagged."
Jerrick pulled back from his play with Rook and Steffon. "Bring it
here, I can show you much better than trying to explain it." He took the thin
rope that had two slipknots in the middle, about five inches apart. He smiled
at Fain, as he carefully wrapped the rope around the younger man's penis, gently
working the loops of the slipknots around and behind him, capturing his balls.
Looping the ends between the slipknots, to tighten the rope around him. Taking
the two ends, running them up to separate his balls, and through the rope that
held Fain's balls captured. Once worked through Jerrick left them drop down to
dangle between his legs. "There you go. I'm blindfolded and gagged when he
ties me up like this too, but I know exactly what's happening to my balls at all
times. It doesn't matter blind, deaf or dumb. I know." He tugged on the
ropes. "Come on Lover, since our mistress has taken his partner from him for
now, let's keep him company." He reached out and took Steffon's hand in his,
"You too, Rook. Steff and I were having a nice time with you. But don't you
think it's only right if Fain join's us?" 'Damnit, I've been around my master
too much. Now I'm, even, sounding like him.' He grumbled to himself. "Damn
son," he lifted a twenty-pound weight from the chest. "This the best you can
do? Damn you're spoiled. He kept adding more and more weight until I cried
mercy at fifty pounds. I thought they were being ripped off."
"Look in there again Jerrick. There is another twenty pound weight and
twenty more one pounder's."
"Merciful Mother." Jerrick didn't catch his first true slip into their
mass mentality. But Steffon did, and he smiled. Giggling, softly, to himself.
"That's sixty pounds, Fain. You can't tell me my master would make you
live through that."
"Oh, not all at once. But he starts with the forty, which if I were
standing free, would have brought me to my knees. Then as he 'paints my back'.
Every time I cum, he adds a weight, then if I cum again, he adds another, and so
on and so forth. My record to date is fifty-two. I won't count the
fifty-third, I passed out." He smiled. "He can do something for me that Mer,
though I will always love him as I do my mistress and consorts. He, taught, me
that there was no reason to feel shame in your humiliation and pain. But he
never helped me to fully eternalize it. That was why I used to get so mad at
the rest of you for worrying over me every time I got the littlest of wounds.
There isn't a pain that on one level or another, I can't embrace. If I could
possibly explain it to you in words you would understand. I would. The closest
thing, I can come up with, is one hell of a religious experience."
Jerrick just laughed at him. "Oh, I think I understand what you are
trying to say Fain. Just keep in, mind who, my mistress is, and he is my Lover
after all. My lady has jumped at the chance, after he has left, more than once
to see me dance."
Rook looked at the two men worried. He understood his rank as third and
all. But Fain wasn't like Caytin. He was one of his people, even before he
became a Dane. "Jerrick, you do know what will happen if you hurt him, don't
you?"
Jerrick helped Fain up. "Yeah Rook, all too well. Your consort, who is
my Lover and master, will chew me up and spit me out and then the lady Kaj will
do it all over again. Don't worry Rook. I am not going to be stupid." He
looked around for a stool. Fain was shorter than he was by a good six inches.
"Rook, honey, could you hand me that stool?"
"Are you going to whip me Jerrick?" Fain looked absolutely thrilled.
"Please, be my Master, even if it is only for a short time. Make me beg."
Jerrick cupped his chin in his hand. "You do know if Trin comes out of
that room with my boy's boy, and sees me with you, and doing what you are
begging me to do. I am probably going to be the next one to be hung up here."
He crushed Fain's lips under his. "Fuck it. You only live once." Before Caytin
and Trinna, he had went his entire life, doing anything possible to avoid pain,
now it not only didn't bother him, but in the right doses, he had come to love
it. "Now you know the rules, no cumming. I know she isn't in the room right
now, but that doesn't matter. You cum, I will see to it that she knows about
it. And will even take the three for your five."
"My back Master, please, my back. I can't stop myself if you whip me
anywhere else." Fain was beginning to get worried. Not that Jerrick would hurt
him, he hoped he would. But that the light flexible crop like whip would strike
his balls one time too many and he would lose control.
"Master?" Steffon sounded worried. There had been real fear in Fain's
voice. "You aren't going to hurt him, are you Master?"
Jerrick couldn't help himself he just started to laugh. "He only hopes
he is that lucky baby. He is afraid of me for a different reason, all together.
You heard our mistress. No one is allowed to cum before she does, and if I take
this whip to his balls, it will only be a matter of four or five strikes before
he starts to cum all over the place. And he knows well enough how our mistress
will deal with him. She is a sweet girl and all, but she can be absolute hell
on us if we disobey. Lady Kaj and my Lover turned Rook and Fain over or her for
her to keep and eye on until they get back. So if he fails, it will be to her
he has to answer to. And remember sweetie. Your mistress is a Healer. She can
have him whipped damn near to death, and fix him."
Steffon shook his head. "She wouldn't do that to him, just for his lack
of control." Then he stopped. "Would she?"
Jerrick stepped closer to him, pulling Steffon against him. "Of course
not." He whispered softly into is ear. "But he doesn't know that. That is
part of the game, the not knowing. Relax, your mistress is never going to play
any of these games with you. It wouldn't be right. You already have had enough
put on your plate so far. Even after the Healer's come and fix you. I don't
think she would ever be comfortable with trying this with you. Trust me Steff.
You are not, anything like Fain, Rook, or even me. You just don't find pleasure
in the same things we do. And she respects the fact that I have put you behind
me."
Steffon held him close. "If you want me to try, I, I don't think I
could handle what he, and if what you say is true, you do, but I will try to
give you something."
Jerrick just held him, shaking his head. "No, Steff, I would never ask,
I honestly would rather die than hear you cry in pain."
"I love you." He began to weep as he pressed his head against Jerrick's
chest. "You have given me so much Master. I love you, I love my mistress, but
I still love you so much."
"Hush now, baby. I love you too, as much as I love our mistress and the
child she carries. But you are going to have to calm down, or I will turn him
over to Rook and spend the rest of the night, showing you just how much I do.
And I don't think Fain will appreciate me doing that."
Steffon pulled back nodding. "I understand, Master. Have fun."
Trinna lead Drav back into the room, she had been right, he was feeling
much better now. Poor thing, to live with the fear that no sane man or woman
would ever want anything to do with him because of what that monster had done to
him. She smiled at Jerrick as he looked up at her. Lifting her finger to her
lips to signal him to be quiet. A look of amusement filled his eyes as he
nodded.
"Rook." He covered the younger mans mouth. "Ssshh, we don't want to
spoil this. Go over there and stand with Steff for me, please. I have to get a
blindfold for Fain. It will be better if he doesn't see what is coming, don't
you think?"
Rook looked from him to where Drav was standing, smiling. "Understood."
He moved to step close to where Steffon stood. "I know you say you are used to
people sneaking up on you, but I am not used to being able to, so again, sorry
if I startled you."
Steffon just smiled.
Fain watched as Jerrick approached him with the blindfold. "You are you
going to rob me of my sight too, Master?" It wasn't enough that he knew that
Jerrick would whip him, and his balls until he would probably earn at least
twenty maybe twenty-five lashes with the whip, but he was going to blind him as
well.
"What did you expect, slave? It's, pretty, much standard for how the
men in this place play with each other. Now hush." He tied the blindfold over
Fain's eyes. "You be good now, boy."
Drav took the cord like whip from Jerrick, rather amused at the making
of it. He had become so accustomed to the long ones that made so much noise,
and lost so much of their bite before it touched skin, that this shorter, more
compact version was a truly interesting design. He felt the length of it, the
thin but flexible core of it. It truly was a cross between a whip and a riding
crop. Oh the things he could do with it and the things that it could do to him.
"Go on, 'Shin Mee', have fun." Trinna pulled Jerrick close as Drav
neared his once slave. Not striking yet, but rather instead, trailing the end
of the whip down his spine.
"You do know when they go home, who is going to hang there, don't you
love?" Trinna smiled at Jerrick. "You did such a good job in getting him
ready. Perhaps Drav can do the same for you. Just think, I can watch and
listen, without getting all sweaty."
Jerrick watched as Fain jerked with the first blow to his shoulders. "I
understand and will do anything you say baby, but I just don't know if Steff is
going to feel comfortable with the thought of Drav doing it. My boy, he isn't
like the lot of us in the room. He's more like a kitten in a lions den."
She sighed. "Oh well, it was a through. I suppose I am going to have
to get all sweaty after all. Because you respond so well when I have you where
he is. Best you get our second consort to a point that it no longer frightens
him so much. I will never hurt him like I do you, but there is no reason why he
should be afraid of me. Goddess, what kind of a mistress would I be if I
ignored his nature and abused him and it?"
"That is what I just told him. Give him time Mistress, he's only been
here for what a couple of days. Let him come to know you better, then it won't
bother him." Jerrick helped her into a chair, pulling away as she leaned
against the back, legs parting as she began to tease herself as she watched all
that was going on before her.
Fain cried out, part in pain, part in fear as the kiss of the whip hit
his balls again. He knew that all it would take was one maybe two better placed
blows and he would cum. And he knew all too well what would happen then.
Jerrick hadn't been joking when he warned him about his mistresses' nature and
if he failed to obey. Then the whipping he was getting right now would be
nothing compared to the one she would give him. And then, that one would
probably go on for a very long time, because the more he was whipped the more he
would respond to it. "Please, Master, not again, whip me, anywhere but there."
He was sobbing.
"Why the tears 'Meena?'" Drav's voice was soft in his ear. "You know
you are going to cum, accept that, enjoy it. What is a few more lashes to the
pleasure that you will feel?" He reached down and began to toy with Fain's
erection. "You will never know how much I missed you once I let you go. And
here now, having you like this again, oh sweet 'Bin' the words escape me." He
stepped back. Reaching down to part the legs that dangled there. He was going
to need something to see that they stayed parted. He turned and looks to where
Jerrick was holding Steffon watching closely, ever ready to step in if it went
too far. "Master, might this slave have something to part his legs?"
"There is a bar love, you know where it is. Hurry and get it, I want to
see just how long Fain can stand this attention." Trinna laughed softly. "Here
I had planned to take my time, but with the noise he is making and what the
three of you are doing, I am so close."
Jerrick pushed Steffon into Rook's arms. "Yes Mistress, hold him for me
Rook. I will be right back." He moved to get what was needed. Drav wasn't
doing too badly. He had been right all in all. He did know what he was doing.
Jerrick couldn't decide if this was a good thing, or a bad one. He knew his
ladylove. Just as soon as Steffon had gotten past his fears, he had a real bad
feeling that the boy would be the one to do this to him, as she would toy with
Steffon. 'Well, fuck it, at least he isn't as strong as my master is. How bad
could it be'?
It only took a matter of minutes before Fain hung there. His legs
parted with a four-foot bar separating them. All his weight had been on his
arms and shoulders already, but now, he was even more vulnerable. The weights
on his balls pulling them down and making then a greater target for the whip.
And with his legs spread, as they were, nothing would impede the aim of the
whip, as it lashed again and again.
Drav aimed and placed a particularly hard blow along the crack of Fain's
cheeks. Which only made the man cry out and begin to lose the battle for
control. The next blow, which was just slightly harder than the rest had been
coming down from behind to land squarely on the back of his ball sack and he was
a goner. He cried, begged and screamed as he came in huge, ropes of release as
they sprayed from him. He had failed, now the real pain would begin.
Drav lowered the whip as he came close. "Ssshh, 'Meena', no more. The
Lady has finished. I won't hit you again."
Trinna laughed at the mess that he had made across her floor. "Goddess
Fain, what has your lady been feeding you? Or not feeding you as the case may
be. I haven't seen that much of an explosion since my first night with my first
consort." He had lasted longer than she had, and when he had finally given in
to the pain, goddess but what a mess.
Jerrick helped Drav to gently ease the boy down. "Good job Fain. I'm
impressed." He let Fain lean back against Drav as he dropped to his knees to
begin to un-cuff his ankles. "You do realize that now, that you have out done
her, she is going to see to it that I have to do the same. Caytin is going to
just love you."
Fain smiled softly as he thrust up into the hand that was gently teasing
him. It was nice. He hadn't remembered how much he had missed his old Dom.
And now, to think, he had Caytin and Rook here as his consorts, Mer at another
house, but he could still see him. And now, the most wonderful of all things,
Drav was here and would be here always. Top it all of with the most wonderful
of mistresses any slave could ever hope to have, what more could he ever hope to
have?
Rook waited only long enough for Jerrick to come back to where he was
holding Steffon, trying to sooth the blind mans fears. Before he stood, and
looked for a rag to start the clean up. Surely the Healer would not ask Fain to
do this. He had been pushed far enough. "Mistress, a towel, or something,
please." He looked to Trinna who was still sitting there looking very amused.
Trinna looked at him, smiling. "So, you are the little one that takes
care of al the loose ends I see. Go on Rook, there are plenty of towels in the
infirmary. I am sure you know what to do." She held out her hand to Jerrick.
"Come here love, and help Steff to follow."
"Come on baby." Jerrick helped Steffon to stand. "It's okay, she's not
mad, trust me, if anything, she couldn't be happier."
Steffon wasn't sure about his safety, not after all that he had heard.
It wasn't the first time in his life that he had wished he could see, but right
now, like this, it was the most desperate need he had ever had.
Trinna reached out to stroke Steffon's hair as Jerrick pulled him close
to her. "Poor baby, you're afraid. Why, have I done anything to lead you to
think I would ever hurt you?"
Steffon swallowed back the lump in his throat as he lifted his head.
His sightless blue eyes so open and honest. "You're going to hurt my master,
Mistress, and make him cry." He shuddered under her touch. "I'm sorry, I don't
mean to say anything Mistress, but, I love my master. Please, don't hurt him."
Jerrick just chuckled, squeezing Steffon close. "Sorry, Trin, I thought
I had explained it to him well enough, looks like I am going to have to try
again."
Trinna shook her head. "Won't do you a bit of good love. Until he can
see again, we can talk until we are both blue in the face, and he still won't
believe that you want this. But after his eyes see again, then maybe, he will
see how much you respond, and then he will understand." She stroked Steffon's
cheek. "Well, for now, until the First Mother, Priestess Kaylin returns and
takes care of your vision. I give you this promise. No more games. I won't
have you terrified of me. And, trust me love. If it weren't for the fact that
your master does enjoy this so much, I would never toy with him like this.
Perverse I might be. But I am not like the madman that did what was done to
your Lover or his family."
There was a soft knock on Trinna's door, as Kaj poked her head in.
"Goddess, Trin, what a mess." She smiled as Rook was hurrying to finish
cleaning up all the traces of Fain's release.
"Blame your second consort. All it took was a few well-placed blows,
and he was shooting all over the place. Rook was kind enough to offer to clean
it up. I don't think Fain is in any kind of condition to be trying to do much
of anything right now. I would not be surprised if Cay had to carry him home."
She looked fondly at the man in her new third consort's arms. "Oh, and Kaj, I
am going to take and exchange the rings in Drav's nipples to bars. I seem to be
no more able to deny my second his wish to put his Lover under my protection
than I was my first when he asked me to take his."
Kaj nodded smiling. "What did I tell you Cay? My little sister is as
much a sucker for pretty faces as I am. I already knew this was probably going
to, happen, Trin. You are a Healer. And if anyone has ever needed to be
underneath a Healer's hand more than him, I have yet had the misfortune to meet
him or her." She looked to where Drav still supported Fain. "I am going to
assume that she has asked for your consent, and you gave it. Good for you."
She looked to Cay. "Love, could you please see what you can do about supporting
our consort on the walk to my rooms?"
Caytin smiled, chuckling to himself. "It looks like I am not the only
one to have this effect on him." He gently took Fain from Drav. "Come on love,
time to get you home."
Trinna watched as Caytin bent and scooped Fain into his arms. "I was
right, there is no way he is going to be able to do much more than sleep for the
rest of the night. And Chieftess, that is my diagnosis as a Healer."
Kaj nodded. "It's going to take me a little time to get used to coming
to terms with the fact that now that you are wed, and with child, you are
rapidly becoming ready to take your final vows. To think, I will have one of
the sworn Voices of the Mother, who is also a Healer, in my house. Don't worry
about it Healer. He isn't going to be doing anything more than sleep tonight.
It's been one hell of a day for him. Poor dear, I think I am going to have Cay
go rather easy on him for the next week or so. Or at least as long as it takes
him to finish walking around in the clouds over you're new consorts arrival."
She held out a hand to Rook who took it and pulled close.
"Well, I will see you sometime in the morning, right now, I need to see
what I can do to settle my second and third. Poor Steff, the sooner Kaylin
makes it back here and helps him, the better I am going to like it. The poor
boy is afraid of me, as if I was going to hurt him." Trinna fussed.
"You touch that boy, and I will bring you up on charges, Mistress."
Caytin stood at the door. "My Lover has put him behind him, and until such time
as he removes his protection, no one can touch him."
"I know that Caytin, you don't have to worry about my second. Goddess,
what kind of sick bitch do you take me for? Jerrick might enjoy what I share
with him, but to do that to Steff. The little one is blind. I would no more do
that to a blind man than I would a child." She growled at him sharply. "Now
you go home with your lady and let me do what I was born to do and take care of
those that need caring for." She pulled Jerrick close. "And Caytin, for now,
until Mother Kaylin returns, we both are going to have to hold off with Jerrick.
Steff, can't see how he reacts, and I will not have him afraid that his master
is being hurt."
Caytin nodded. "Yes Healer, I understand. Sorry Jerrick, but until the
Mother gets back, you are just going to have to wait."
Jerrick smiled. "It is okay Master, I kind of figured that out already.
But that's okay. I am no more likely to let my boy think that my mistress is
hurting me, than she is. It's only a month or so longer. I can wait."
