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AtoZ

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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they are the property of Marvel, Jk Rowling, the makers of CSI and the god that is Joss Whedon. I promise to give them back in one piece.

A/N: Cross over of doom… on crack or something. The Game Master & his pet are a secret for now. //denotes online communication//


 

 

A to Z


 

 

Prologue – The Game Master

 

 

“26 letters in the alphabet. A different kink a day, that’s 26 days and 26 different kinks, pet.”

 

The young man looked up at his Master with a small smile on his face. The other man hadn’t turned to look at him as he continued to type on his laptop.

 

“A different pair for each.” He grinned wickedly.

 

“Master?” The young slave requested to ask something.

 

“What is it, boy?” His tone was characteristically sharp, but not unkind.

 

“Some of them live quite far apart, Master.”

 

He waved a hand with an amused dismissal and a smirk that was almost a sneer if you weren’t familiar with his mannerisms. “They’ll work it out. Or you could help them.” He reached down and ruffled the floppy brunette hair.

 

The youth beamed excitedly at the idea, his eyes lit up looking more green, “yeah? Could I?”

 

A genuine smile crossed the British man’s face, “yes, my little half breed angel, you can.”

 

They worked for an hour on the list, a couple of the letters gave them more trouble than others. It wasn’t as easy as they’d first thought it would be, several of the ‘fun’ activities shared the same initial letter so it took a bit of effort to work out which was preferred.

 

The young man rubbed his cheek gently against his Master’s thigh, this was how Saturdays should be; happily curled up at his Master’s feet, his hand absently playing with his hair as he worked away on his laptop. He was glad the old man had finally given in to new technology and bought one, it had provided them with so much fun since they had.

 

The clicking of keys finally stopped. “There, message written. Game rules have been explained and we shall see.”

 

“What are the rules, Master?” The young man had let his eyes close as his fingers played with the hem of the other man’s clothes.

 

He looked down at his boy with a sneer. “Well, pet. They are only few, I will post the letter and the kink, along with the pairing to… ‘perform’ it. They then have 24 hours to fulfil the challenge. I do think you’re going to be busy, pet.”

 

His slave smiled lazily, “I can hardly wait, will we watch?”

 

There was a snort from above him, “Of course, boy, don’t be stupid.”

 

“How many are there in the group now, Master?”

 

“Thirteen. Do you think that will be… unlucky?” The dark-haired older man smirked.

 

“You already got lucky didn’t you when you snared those two young guys?”

 

There was another snort and the youth knew it was amusement not derision. He was adept at differentiating seemingly similar sounds and facial expressions. It helped that his owner was hardly ever derisive of him. His fingers came up to play with the simple white leather collar that circled his neck.

 

******

 

“Hey, I’ve got mail.” Harry called.

 

“I didn’t see an owl.” Hermione glanced up from reading the latest issue of the quibbler.

 

Harry rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his unruly hair before clicking to open the email. “Not that kind of mail, silly.”

 

“Oh, who’s it from?” She tucked her hair behind her ear and abandoned the magazine as she crossed to peer at the screen.

 

“That group I told you I joined.” He replied as his eyes skimmed the email.

 

“Oh, the gay one?”

 

Harry chuckled. “It’s more than that, I told you.”

 

“Well yeah, I know, but…” Hermione blushed at the memory of that conversation. “What does it say?”

 

Her friend had a broad grin on his face and she was fairly sure that was an entirely bad sign.

 

“The group moderator is starting a game. The A to Z of kink.” He reread the email. “I wish I knew who this guy is, he’s totally wicked. I’ve never met any of the others on the group, but he’s going to pair us up and assign us a letter.”

 

“You’re not really going to do it are you?” She put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “Harry James Potter, you are not that stupid, are you?”

 

He flicked his gaze at her. “I’m 18 ‘Mione, I’ll do what I want. Besides, I really need to get laid, it’s been ages.”

 

“It could be dangerous.” She protested, not moving from her ‘I know best’ stance.

 

Harry started laughing. “Are you forgetting that I killed Voldermort? ‘Mione, I’m the most powerful wizard in the world, do you seriously think anything could happen that I won’t be able to deal with?”

 

She huffed and flounced back to her spot on the sofa. She knew he was right, but still, she wasn’t sure she could condone such blatant deviant behaviour.

 

He rolled his eyes again and hit ‘reply’.

 

//RE: The Game - Snake Charmer18 is in.//

 

He could hardly wait, he was already that excited. Harry knew that the other members were spread across the world but that didn’t matter to him, he could apparate or use a port key to get just about anywhere. Since he’d discovered an interest in kink in his final year at Hogwarts, he’d ventured out to several clubs in London, it had been an eye opener but he had yet to find out exactly what he liked or where his niche lay. He didn’t even know if he was dominant or submissive really. He knew all the theory and he’d had a few experiences but he knew he had a lot to learn still. He wondered if the moderator, or Game Master as he figured he should now call him, would choose the roles too.

 

******

 

It had been a slow night and Gil was in his office pretending to do paperwork when his computer announced that he had mail. He clicked it open, eager for the distraction and read silently. A slow, wicked, smile spread across his lips, making his blue eyes twinkle. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was a good game.

 

He clicked on the reply button. He typed a short message back

 

//Callophrys fotis accepts the challenge of your game.//

 

Grissom pulled his glasses off and chewed thoughtfully on the arm as he looked off into space through the window of his office. He had never really thought much about the other members of the group in terms of what they looked like, but he knew a couple of them were scientifically minded like him. He found himself wondering about physical attributes now, and whom he might be paired with.

 

******

 

Remy snuck into the library unseen and sat down at one of the computers. He flicked it on and went to the site of his favourite online group – Gay BDSM Heros. There were new messages. He clicked open the first one that was from the group moderator, he read and with a chuckle moved on to see what the replies said. Two of the others had already said they were interested in playing this new game. It was a step up from anything the mod had challenged them to in the past but it sure sounded tempting. He clicked to reply.

 

//Demon Dancer is intrigued and can most definitely be relied upon to give his all to your challenge. He hopes that everyone will get involved, as they say, the more the merrier. //

 

He logged out of the group and wiped the history, temp files and cookies as was routine to him now. He knew he wasn’t the only one in the mansion who had visited that site for the simple reason that he was obsessive about cleaning up his tracks after himself and he’d once found the site in the history on one of the computers. He’d speculated about whom it might be and had taken to watching his teammates more carefully. There had yet to be any clue though and he was still working more on his own fantasy than on any facts.

 

The auburn-haired Cajun had often been surprised that there weren’t more members of the group and he’d once said as much in a message to the moderator. The response had been that he was extremely selective of who was approved. That had made him feel incredibly amused.

 

******

 

He had to admit that when he’d picked his email address he’d been a little at a loss, and that was how he’d ended up as dark kitten. Xander Harris cursed Drusilla every time he logged on for that. He just wasn’t particularly kittenish. He was more of a pup than a kitty. He sifted through the work related emails looking for something more interesting. He usually checked his mail at least 3 times a day, but today they’d all gotten caught up in a research party. Apocalypses came and went, but some things never changed.

 

The brunette’s scanning eyes caught the email from the group he frequented and he grinned before he even opened it. He’d felt so isolated since they moved to Britain and resurrected the Watcher’s council. He was not cut out for responsibility and suits and he missed the clubs that he used to visit in Sunnyhell. He missed his relationship with Spike, the one he could trust to never hurt him in a bad way, who he could give himself over to totally and not feel embarrassed or ashamed. Submission had been a big part of his secret life outside of being a Scoobie; actually maybe it was part of inside of it. He missed Spike.

 

Thinking of his fallen ex made him a little sad and he had to consciously bring himself back up and focused on reading the email. The game sounded like just what he needed. He fired off a quick //Count the dark kitten in.// And dug into the rest of his emails feeling much happier.

 

 

******

 

It had only been a few hours since he’d posted the challenge to the group members and he was pleasantly surprised that almost all of the members had responded and said yes. An almost sinister smirk on his face as he used one pale, slender hand to push a lock of his lank black hair back off his face.

 

He’d left his boy curled up on their bed asleep after giving him a thorough work out. He was trying to decide whether he should pick the names himself or put them in a hat to draw out each day. He smirked at that thought, knowing that it would throw up some nice surprises, and he could always manipulate things a little to ensure he got to see the ones he wanted to.

 

Tomorrow the game would start and he was anticipating some hot action.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1 - A is for Abrasion.

 

 

The Game Master logged on to his group to find responses from all his members, all saying yes, some of them had said they were apprehensive but that they would give it a try. He sent a quick message reiterating the use of safewords. Then he got down to business. He wrote out all the names on pieces of paper and dropped them into a bowl that he had put a charm on. There was a moment of contemplation that sent the sound of a ticking clock echoing through the room. Then two pieces of paper were spat out.

 

“An interesting pairing.” He mused aloud and opened a new message form.

 

//Dear all, the results are in. A is for Abrasion and our pairing shall be Demon Dancer and the Blond Barb. There are 24 hours in which to complete your assignment. If you require assistance in closing the distance between you, my pet will be only too happy to help.

 

The Game Master.//

 

He sat back in his chair and smirked openly. There was an almost musical tinkling sound from behind him and he turned to smile at his pet’s appearance.

 

“It’s begun my pet. You will soon have to pay a trip to California and New York.”

 

A grin split the handsome young man’s face and he crossed to kneel at his Master’s feet. “Can I see them now, Master? Please?”

 

The tall thin man crossed one leg over the other and chuckled darkly, his boy had been asking for weeks to be allowed to see what the members looked like. It had been powerful to not let him even though he knew that the boy could just go see for himself if he chose to disobey. The key point, though, was that he chose not to. He nodded and eased to his feet.

 

He signalled for his pet to follow and didn’t wait to see that he did. His boy was nothing if not obedient. He led him into the spare bedroom, pushing open the door and crossing the thickly carpeted floor. He reached up and took the dustsheet off the full-length mirror.

 

Leaning forward he whispered the first name into the wood frame, “Blond Barb”

 

They watched as the image changed from one of reflection to a picture of a pale man, he looked to be about 5’10 and had bleached blond hair gelled back severely. He had high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed totally in black from his t-shirt to his jeans, he was also wearing a long black leather duster. His pale pink lips turned up into a smirk.

 

“His name is Spike, or… William the Bloody.” The Game Master told his pet.

 

The young man had stepped closer to the mirror, his hand held up as if to touch but stopping a few inches from the surface.

 

“That’s a brutal name? I thought they were all heros?” The brunette looked perplexed but didn’t take his eyes off the moving image.

 

There was a snort, “He likes to think of himself as the ‘big bad’ still, but he hasn’t been that since he went and got himself a soul. He’s a vampire pet, a vampire with a soul. Not the only one either.”

 

That caught the youth’s attention and greenish brown eyes turned full attention towards the taller man. “A vampire with a soul?”

 

“He fell in love with one of the Slayer’s… sidekicks.” There was a sneer but its corresponding emotion was a mystery. “He took himself off to win his soul and then came back to win the love of the boy.”

 

His sappy submissive grinned stupidly, “That’s… so… romantic.”

 

The snort that comment received was totally derisive. “Quite.” The dark tones were laced with sarcasm.

 

The Game Master leaned towards the mirror again and spoke softly to the wooden frame. “Demon Dancer.”

 

There was a flare of purple across the enchanted surface and then a figure came into view. A sharp intake of breath from the youngster was the only sound in the room for a few seconds.

 

“He’s stunning.” Again, he reached out a hand to touch, this time finding it harder to resist.

 

“Remy Le Beau… Cajun charmer and Xman.” The Brit’s slender hand wrapped around his boy’s hand and pulled it back. “Don’t touch, pet.”

 

“His eyes…” The Game Master watched his captivated slave, transfixed by the auburn haired young man in the mirror. His red on black eyes flaring brightly with passion, he was tall and slender but muscular. His strength was evident under his tight crimson shirt and tight fitting blue jeans. His aristocratic features made him almost too pretty for a male.

 

“Yes, I know.” His Master snapped his fingers and broke the spell holding his pet in place.

 

The image disintegrated. “I can see why you picked them to join.” The youth was feeling sheepish about how easily he’d been attracted to the two. He reminded himself that the man in front of him was everything he needed and wanted. It didn’t hurt to look though.

 

There was a dark look in his Master’s eyes and a knowing smirk on his face. “Yes, well. There’s plenty of time for drooling over their… attributes, boy.”

 

******

 

Remy stole into the library again, two days in a row; if anyone saw him they would get suspicious. He was nervous about what he would find when he logged on; he knew that, from now on, there would be a chance that he had been picked. There was a new message and with a flip of his stomach he clicked it open. ‘Abrasion’, he shuddered… then he saw his username and his heart skipped a beat.

 

“Merde.”

 

He was paired with Blond Barb, they’d never spoken and for a while he’d thought that he was actually a she, but it turned out that Barb wasn’t short for Barbara. He’d witnessed the man’s sharp tongued wit as he’d messaged with others. Another shiver ran down his spine. The man was a dom, where as he was a switch therefore it was logical to assume he would be the sub in the pairing.

 

He navigated the site to look at the other man’s profile before he hit reply.

 

//Game Master, I can’t wait. It would seem that BB is across the country from me, are you able to help with transport? I assume that I will be taking the sub role and therefore I should most likely go to him, no?

 

Demon. //

 

His finger hovered a moment over the send button, he took a deep breath and clicked. Running his hand through his shoulder length hair he sighed.

 

“Mon dieu, Remy better go shower.” He went through his routine and shut the computer down before heading up to his room to shower and change.

 

******

 

Spike stared at the screen. He knew what he’d opted to get into, but he didn’t think for a second that his name would be in the first pairing. He looked around Peaches office, thoughtfully.

 

“Bloody hell. How the hell am I gonna do this?”

 

He read the Demon Dancer’s reply, he had no idea where the other man lived; if he was the other side of the country then he must be east coast. The bleach blond smirked at the comment that he assumed he should be the one to travel. He suspected that he would like this man. He hoped he was delicious as he always sounded in his posts.

 

//Yes, come to me Demon, the Game Master can find me, I’m sure. He’s clever like that. Look forward to meeting you, BB//

 

He closed the browser down, not caring about leaving a trail to the site, it wasn’t like he cared what anyone else thought, especially his grand sire. Standing and stalking towards the door in one smooth movement, Spike pushed his hands in his pockets and headed for his apartment, via a few stores.

 

******

 

The Game Master grinned as he read the replies on his group. It wasn’t an expression that was usually associated with him and it was somewhat scary to see. He looked to his boy, and the youth had to suppress a shudder.

 

“Go and get dressed, pet. I’m not having you orbing about naked. Leave the collar on though.” The grin returned to the usual sneer and it was strange that his slave found that a comfort.

 

The brunette headed for the bedroom with a goofy smile on his face as he pondered the state of his reactions. He dressed quickly in a blue t-shirt and jeans, pulling on a pair of sneakers he orbed through to where he’d left his Master.

 

Dark eyes skimmed over his appearance somewhat disapprovingly, the man always disliked clothes on his boy, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. He tugged on the loose t-shirt and the youth leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.

 

“New York, pet… collect Remy and take him to Spike. Then come back here.” He didn’t need to threaten him with what would happen if he messed up, he knew that his boy knew the consequences of doing something wrong.

 

There was a smile on the brunette’s handsome face as he disappeared in a glittery mist.

 

The advantage of his parentage, took him straight to Remy, arriving just as the sexy Cajun stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

 

“Mon dieu. Who de hell are y’?” Remy looked for something to charge as a weapon, looking the intruder square in the eye.

 

The intruder, though, was simply stood red-faced and open-mouthed. He coughed and made a quiet squeak. “My Master sent me to take you to LA.”

 

The gaping mouth shifted into an almost dirty smirk as his eyes skimmed the muscular, semi-naked man.

 

“Already?” Remy flushed under the attention, suspicion crept into his voice. “How d’y’ get in here?”

 

“Magic.” There was a playful grin on the young man’s face and he rocked back and forth on his heels. “You best get dressed, he’ll be annoyed if I’m gone too long. Or I could take you as you are?” He quirked an eyebrow.

 

“Merde. De subs jus’ get pushier an’ pushier.” Remy muttered, as he gathered his clothes off his bed and disappeared into the bathroom to change.

 

The Cajun had opted for a fitted black silk shirt and black leather pants. He stepped out of the bathroom and the same dazed look as before was back on the young man’s face.

 

“Y’ never tol’ me y’ name, petit?” Remy could only imagine who a cute boy like this would be long to.

 

“I don’t think I’m allowed, sorry.” He was trying hard not to stare, he really was. “Ready to go?”

 

“Oui.” Remy looked curious and uncertain, he had no idea how they were going to get to LA.

 

“Just hold my hand.” The young man offered brightly and held his hand out to Remy.

 

An uncertain Gambit, slipped his hand into the waiting one and felt the strangest all over tingling sensation. He closed his eyes instinctively. When he felt ground beneath his feet again he opened his eyes and found they were in the living room of a small but nicely furnished apartment.

 

“Merde.” Remy gasped, his head still spinning slightly. “Dat was odd.”

 

The young man simply grinned and looked around the room. He called out, “Hello?”

 

A bleach blond man appeared in the doorway a crossbow in his hands. He took one look at the white collar and realisation hit. “Bloody hell, might wanna give a bloke some warning.”

 

“Spike – Remy, Remy – Spike.” The youth introduced with a smug grin and disappeared in the glittering mist, with that melodic tinkling sound in his wake.

 

The other two men stared at the spot where he’d been stood.

 

“Merde”

 

“Bloody hell.”

 

They both stated together.

 

They looked from the empty spot to each other. “Well, this takes anonymous sex to new extremes.” Spike quipped.

 

Remy couldn’t help but chuckle. “Li’l bit awkward, non?”

 

The bleach blond vampire tilted his head to the side, “Not French, but with a French accent? Where you from, pet?”

 

“From N’awlins, me.” He gave him a disarming smile.

 

Spike studied him a moment longer then nodded to himself as if coming to a decision. He took a step closer, a predatory smile sliding across his face. He breathed deeply. “Human.” There was a flicker of confusion. “Those pretty eyes of yours are a touch misleading, pet.”

 

“Oui, let y’ in on de secret, Remy ain’ really a demon, mais… he does dance like one… real wicked.” He winked.

 

Spike moved faster than the naked eye and was leaning in to Remy’s ear, he whispered, “Let you in on a little secret myself, pet. I *am* a demon.”

 

The Cajun’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Is dat so?”

 

“Mmhmm.” Blunt human teeth nipped at the thief’s ear teasingly.

 

Remy sucked in a breath at the teasing nibble. “W…what kind?” His voice hitched slightly with the stirring of arousal.

 

The blond took a step back and looked into those unique, burning eyes. He tilted his head, evaluating. “Vampire.” There was a brief moment where he saw the flicker of fear in those beautiful orbs, and he was quick to add, “Got a soul.”

 

“A soul?” Remy knew all about the realities of vampires, growing up in New Orleans, he’d never heard of one with a soul though. His brow furrowed, thoughtfully.

 

“That’s right, pet. Make a good safeword, don’t you think?” His scarred eyebrow lifted as a smile tugged at his lips.

 

“Oui, dat suit me, ‘Soul’ it is.” The thief gave his most disarming smile.

 

“Good.” Piercing blue eyes slid over the black silk and leather. The vampire was pleased with the pairing, very pleased. The guy in front of him was incredibly sexy. “Strip.”

 

Of all the ways there were to describe Remy, Shy was not one of them. The smile didn’t even falter and his eyes remained fixed on his lover for the day, one by one, slender thief hands slowly unbuttoned his silk shirt, until it hung open. He slid his hands over his taut skin on route to slip it off his shoulders; the soft material slid easily down his arms and off to pool on the ground.

 

Spike watched appreciatively, it was obvious that the young man put a lot of time and effort into maintaining his body. He could hardly wait to start using the selection of toys that he’d been able to pick up on the way home. He felt smug and somewhat inspired, his biggest fear had been that he wouldn’t find the person he was paired with attractive… he needn’t have worried.

 

Remy shimmied as his hands slid over his slightly tanned torso to unbutton the leather pants. Delicate fingers slid down his zipper and slowly he pushed the leather pants down, bending over as they went. He was naked underneath and already getting hard with anticipation. As the Cajun straightened up, his long half hard cock came into sight and Spike unconsciously licked his lips.

 

A smirk tugged the blond’s lips and he ran a hand lightly up the naked torso and caressed a smooth cheek. Spike leaned in and pressed his pale lips softly against Remy’s. They blossomed open under his kiss and offered entrance to the vampires exploring tongue. It was gentle in its probing, not missing a centimetre of the Cajun’s hot mouth. A pale hand slid round to grip silky auburn locks, wrapping them around his fist. Remy gave a small moan of pleasure, his cock hardening more at the contact and the fact he was naked and the other man still clothed.

 

Spike broke the kiss gently and smiled wolfishly. “Got lots of treats planned for you, pet. Bedroom.” He didn’t let go of the hair he held and led his plaything towards the door that he’d come through at the unexpected arrival of his visitors.

 

The tug on Remy’s hair was highly arousing and it was quickly helping him move into the role of the submissive. He had thought the transition would be bumpy as it had been a while, but it seemed that wasn’t going to be a problem… either that or Spike had anticipated it. He couldn’t quite stop the smile at that thought. The man knew what he was doing and this would be quite the ride.

 

He was pulled over to a comfortable looking double bed. Unable to straighten up, he couldn’t fully take in the surroundings, and for once he didn’t really care. He crawled up onto the bed as the pull took him in that direction, then the hold on his hair was gone.

 

“On your back, pet.” The quiet and simple command came.

 

Remy moved to comply, stretching out and causing his muscles to shift tantalisingly under his skin. He noticed the restraints and his eyes sought out his play partner. There was a questioning look in those blue eyes. The Cajun nodded his consent to him, if it came down to it he could always charge the chains. The action was rewarded by a bright smile as the blond bounced on his toes then sprung forward and began cuffing the sexy young man, spread eagle, to the bed.

 

Spike knew that Remy was watching his every movement, every buckle that fastened. They weren’t particularly sophisticated cuffs and he was sure they would be easy to get out of; he suspected that the man laid out in front of him was stronger than he looked. They were symbolic though, a reminder of who was in control. He was tempted to blindfold him too, but he thought those eyes were the most incredible he’d ever seen and he didn’t want them hidden.

 

The vampire walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room and looked at the assembled toys. He rubbed his hands trying to decide where to start, he hadn’t had time to really plan ahead. He picked up the unexpected find, the cordless hair remover and exfoliator it was like a sander in some ways, only he suspected it would be a lot less brutal, the pad on it was like fine grade sand paper.

 

Spike moved back to the bed and he could see that he was still being watched, there was a confused look on the young man’s face, but he just grinned wickedly. Remy jumped visibly when the device was turned on and a soft buzzing noise filled the silence, but he didn’t protest at all. He lay still and tried to relax. Spike started at the left ankle and worked his way up slowly, alternating between legs.

 

Remy squirmed slightly, he couldn’t help it, it was almost ticklish, not at all what he’d expected. The blond flicked a switch on it and went over his inner thighs more thoroughly, it was an odd sensation that went beyond ticklish and leaned more towards tingly, rough. He moved from one thigh to the other then back. The Cajun swallowed hard, his cock was rock hard now, he knew without looking.

 

His eyes were closed and he was letting himself get lost in the sensation. The device moved and glided over his abdomen a few times before continuing up his chest. Remy bit on his lip as it skimmed over one of his nipples, he couldn’t contain the cry though and he arched off the bed, not sure if he was trying to escape the sensation or get more of it.

 

There was a dark chuckle from the vampire, “like that do you, pet?”

 

“O…oui.” Remy gasped out.

 

The exfoliator moved to the other nipple and elicited the same reaction. Spike made a couple of passes over the now hard little nubs, and Remy was crying out freely with the sensation. He went from one to the other and hovered over it, allowing the oscillating motion do all the hard work. Remy writhed and squirmed, crying out incoherently. Spike grew tired of that toy quickly and moved to replace it with the others.

 

Picking up a hard bristled toothbrush he returned to the bed. The blond paused a moment, with his index finger he collected the clear fluid that was leaking slightly from the Cajun’s cock slit, making sure that his captive was watching, he brought it up and licked it slowly off, with a moan of appreciation.

 

“Nice, pet. Tasty.” He smirked wickedly and climbed between the spread legs.

 

With one hand he held Remy’s cock steady with the other he started to move the toothbrush bristles up and down the length of the shaft. Gently at first, but with increasing pressure, he moved so that he covered the whole shaft evenly from all sides. Before long, there was real pressure behind the scrubbing action and curses were falling from Remy’s mouth almost continuously. Spike was listening carefully but never heard the safeword, so he carried on happily, there was a long way to go yet. The toothbrush moved down to treat the Cajun’s balls to the same experience, moving in circles this time as the bristles were used more stiffly to abrade the skin.

 

He leaned over the stretched out body and circled the nipples firmly with the toothbrush, working over already sensitised flesh again. He concentrated on the nubs a moment before going back to circling them, spreading slowly and firmly outwards. Remy was arching and muttering, Spike assumed that was a good thing by the blissed out look of pleasure on his face.

 

The vampire was amused and pleased at the responsiveness of the thief. He slipped off the bed and left Remy muttering curses. Spike went to the dresser, picked up the packet of extra strong mints and slipped one into his mouth. He picked up a tube of menthol muscle rub and squeezed a tiny blob on his finger. Making sure not to disturb that, with his free hand he picked up the pair of leather gloves.

 

Returning to the bed the blond set the gloves aside and leaned over once again, this time he used his index finger to slowly dab the menthol rub onto one nipple and then the other before working it in properly. Remy looked confused for a few moments as Spike looked into his eyes. Then those red irises flared a little brighter and his mouth formed an ‘oh’ as he guessed that delicious burn had started; white heat prickling the already sensitive nipples.

 

“Merde… mon dieu.” His head tossed from side to side. “What y’ do t’ me? Dats… oh dat hurts s’ good.”

 

To emphasise the words, Remy’s cock pulsed and throbbed, oozing more clear juice. Spike smirked triumphantly as he pulled the leather gloves on. Ironically, they were vampire gloves; hundreds of prickly tacks sticking out of the palms, depending on how they were used they could tickle or torture. The blond vampire still had some of the mint left in his mouth as he leaned forward and ran his tongue teasingly up along the length of the hard pulsing shaft.

 

The gloved hands moved to lightly caress the strongly muscled thighs, tiny pinpricks scratching at the skin. Remy shifted and moaned. The burn on his nipples and the scratching at his thighs sending him crazy, he thrust his hips up.

 

“Want me to suck that pretty cock of yours, pet?” Spike offered sneakily.

 

“Oui… si’l vous plait… suck me… please?” The Cajun’s breath was coming ragged and harsh, as he gasped for air.

 

The vampire was only too happy to oblige, as he took the hard flesh into his mouth and suckled on it, counting in his head until the realisation hit, like it had with the nipples. Gloved hands continued to glide over thighs and abdomen, up over well-defined pecs and already tormented nipples. The touch altered between a light caress and a heavy grazing that left thin red welts in its wake.

 

The Cajun’s body was on fire, his mind rapidly turning to mush. Everywhere the hands travelled left a blazing trail of sensation, his nipples burned and his cock was being sweetly sucked. Then, his eyes widened again.

 

“FUCK.” Remy roared. His body stiffening as the cold burn spread along his cock. He gasped for the air that burned his lungs.

 

Spike would have grinned if he didn’t have his mouth full at that moment. Instead, his eyes twinkled with wickedness. His hands moved to run up and down the insides of Remy’s thighs, grazing over delicate skin, and then he started to rhythmically tap out a pattern that only he could hear in his head. The strength of the drumming varied between light and hard.

 

He sensed that the boy was so close and he reached both hands up and simultaneously dragged them down the length of his torso hard, scratching the skin, raising bright red welts that were verging on breaking the skin. Oh how he wanted to make this devilish beauty bleed so he could lick it up, but he resisted the urge.

 

Remy shuddered, his hips snapped up and he cried out loudly as he shot his load into that incredibly talented mouth. His whole body one big nerve that was on fire. He collapsed spent back onto the bed.

 

Spike removed all contact and looked at the auburn haired man as he fought to regain his breath.

 

 

******

 

“Wow, Master… that was…wow. You made a perfect choice in that pairing.” The young slave blushed, his cock was hard and leaking steadily from the show they’d just watched in the mirror.

 

“It wasn’t me that picked them. Though I agree, it was…inspired.” He steepled his fingers, as he looked at the boy knelt by his feet. “One can only hope they will all be as… satisfying.” He smirked down at the erection.

 

“Think we should give them a while before I go back for Remy?” He looked at the image in the mirror of the two men on the bed.

 

The Game Master followed his pets gaze. “Yes, I think that might be wise.”

 

******

 

The blond vampire leaned over and kissed those tempting lips, thoroughly plundering his mouth.

 

“I’m not finished with you yet.” Spike grinned.

 

“Merde.” Remy whimpered.

 

 

 

Chapter 2 – B is for Bastinado.

 

The brunette slave stretched and winced, millions of tiny points of pain coursed over his body and registered in his crotch. He whimpered quietly, wondering if his Master was going to celebrate each pairing so thoroughly. A self-satisfied smile tugged at his lips and he looked over, disappointed, to find he was alone in the bed.

 

He had sucked his Master off while he watched Remy and Spike fucking on the bed. They looked like they’d been together for ages, they knew how to play each other’s body so well. When they’d finished and rested for a while, he’d orbed back to collect Remy. He’d not yet been allowed his own release and his balls hurt badly. The smell of sex had been thick in the air and he’d smiled wickedly as the two kissed their goodbyes and promised to keep in touch.

 

With Remy safely returned to his room in New York, the young slave had returned home to his Master. There, he’d been rewarded, several times. He’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d had, but he ached in a most pleasant way. He slipped out of bed and headed to the shower.

 

The vampire gloves that his Master had used on him had been wicked and as the water cascaded over his skin, he hissed loudly at the sensitised flesh. He had to get clean though, so he would endure it. Quickly he washed and rinsed, not wanting to stay in the shower longer than necessary. He tentatively dried himself off, refastened his leather collar and orbed to his Master.

 

He found the tall slender man sat in front of the computer; he was looking at the bowl. The young man could hear a ticking noise and it intrigued him. Not wanting to interrupt he simply folded himself up to kneel beside the other man’s feet. A hand came down and tangled idly in his damp hair.

 

The ticking went on for a long few minutes, they both stared at the bowl, expectantly. There was the sound of a cough and two pieces of paper leapt out of the bowl. The Game Master caught them easily. Another of those scary grins split his face, it made his pet shiver, but he waited… not so patiently, for the names.

 

Long slender fingers reached for the keyboard and started to compose a new message.

 

//Dear All,

 

‘A’ was a huge success as I’m sure Demon Dancer and Blond Barb will attest to, not to mention my pet.

 

Today is a new day though and a new letter. Today… B is for Bastinado. And our pairing is dark kitten and Callophrys fotis. The distance between the two of you is even greater. I will send my pet to transport the kitten as soon as I have replies from the both of you.

 

The Game Master.//

 

Without his pet asking, the black-haired man stood and motioned for his boy to follow, “I’ll show you these two, pet. They’re going to make a fascinating pair.”

 

The dustsheet was pulled from the mirror and the young man watched as his Master repeated the ritual from the day before, leaning forward and whispering the name of the first person into the frame.

 

“Callophrys fotis.”

 

The reflection swirled grey before coming into focus. A very proud looking man was moving in the image. His salt and pepper hair was short and neat. He was an older man, but he wore it well, his whole demeanour had a quiet dominance about it. He was in control, not just of himself, but also of everything around him. He was dressed in a cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and grey slacks. He was wearing glasses over steely blue intelligent eyes.

 

“Gil Grissom. Crime Scene Investigator.”

 

The youth smiled. “I like him, he looks like he knows exactly what he likes. I wouldn’t want to mess with him.”

 

His Master nodded, “Yes, but he’s also patient. Something I think will be necessary with the young man he’s paired with.”

 

He leaned in and whispered into the frame, “Dark kitten.”

 

The image swirled again, a mixture of black and white with a streak of red through it. The young man watching it thought this in itself was interesting. Eventually the picture settled on a young man with a mop of thick brunette hair that curled down his neck and around his ears, and the deepest chocolate brown eyes he’d ever seen; he swore he could see right down into the guy’s soul. He didn’t look much older than himself. As he watched a playful grin lit his face and his eyes sparkled with pure mischief.

 

“Xander Harris.” The dark tones of his Master’s voice cut into the silence.

 

“He’s…”

 

“Yes, pet.”

 

“He looks so, normal, so young.”

 

“He’s not as normal as he looks. Remember that Slayer sidekick that Spike got his soul for?”

 

The brunette nodded, with a frown, then he realised what his Master was getting at. “Him? Really? Oh this is so cool. But…why aren’t they together?” He turned questioning eyes on the foreboding man.

 

There was a heavy sigh before he replied, “Spike died saving the world. When he came back he didn’t want them to know. I have no idea why.”

 

“So, Xander doesn’t even know he’s alive? Damn.”

 

With a wave of an arm the image faded and returned to a reflection of the young man in front of it.

 

“They both saved the world.” He stated distractedly, “Makes me feel…”

 

“You’ve done your fair share, pet.” His Master had obviously heard something similar from his boy before and pulled him into an embrace as he offered words of reassurance. This was his softer side, the one that no one else ever saw except for the young man in his arms. “More than your fair share. You’ve been through a lot, pet.”

 

******

 

Gil hadn’t been able to sleep. He was off for the next two days and the previous night’s shift had been hectic, but still he was wide-awake. He’d made himself hot tea and sat down at the computer. He was relieved that he hadn’t been picked in the first pairing, but he was curious to see how it had gone, and who would be next. The letter B had so many possibilities. He flicked through the net for a while and then headed back to the group site. Every time he visited it, it made him give a little snort of amusement at the title of the group, heaven knows why he counted as a hero.

 

He clicked it open and smirked around his cup just before he sipped. It would seem that the other two had fun, he would have to see if he could get them to write up an account of it.

 

“B is for…” Gil trailed off. The name of the kink was not new to him, it was that he had spotted his nickname in the pairing.

 

Bastinado… the act of punishing the soles of a person’s feet. Gil thought back to an experiment with Greg Sanders and chuckled. He’d always had a thing for feet but mostly he preferred to have a sub worshipping his. With a dark smile on his lips, the CSI clicked the reply.

 

//Callophrys fotis will be awaiting the kitten’s arrival.//

 

He knew just the toys that were required for this particular scene and he was already getting hard at the prospect. Without shutting down the computer Gil headed to prepare the spare room. It had been a while since he’d played, but the room was still set up ready. He had hoped that he would be able to entice Greg in to play sometime, but he still had yet to be proved correct in his guess that the young man was gay and a submissive.

 

Gil hummed quietly as he readied himself. He changed his clothes, pulling on a snug fitting blue T-shirt and worn blue denims. He was glad now that he’d made the decision to shave his beard as his thoughts turned to whom he had been paired with. Dark kitten was an unusual name for a young man; it conjured all kinds of images in his mind. He conceded that he would just have to wait and see.

 

He couldn’t help but be curious about how the Game Master’s pet was going to “transport” the other man. Gil Grissom was a logical man by nature, but he couldn’t deny that he had seen things in his life that he couldn’t easily explain away scientifically. That was something else that was on the wait and see list.

 

*****

 

Xander slammed his office door, he was throwing a hissy fit and he knew it. He just didn’t really care. He cursed Buffy in all the demonic languages he knew. He couldn’t understand why, after all this time, she was still able to make him feel like the donut boy. He growled and threw himself into his chair. He was so lost in his own world that it took a few minutes to register the flashing “you have mail” on his computer. He grumbled to himself as he clicked the mouse over it to open it, more work no doubt.

 

Eyes silently scanned and his mouth moved as he read to himself but without voicing the words. He reread it again… twice. It was him, it was really him that was going to be playing. But what the hell was Bastinado? With a puzzled expression, he did what he knew best… research. He opened a Google window and typed the word in.

 

He clicked the first link and read.

 

“Oh.” He said aloud. Was it a good thing that the image of getting his feet whipped both aroused and terrified him? Part of him wished he hadn’t looked.

 

He had been at work all day and he needed to get home and shower. He couldn’t go anywhere as he was. How on earth was he going anywhere anyway? He thought about portals and the like as he typed a quick reply.

 

//Please give me half an hour. Dark Kitten//

 

Insides twisting with nerves, Xander jumped out of his seat and flicked his computer off. He was out of the door and on his way down the stairs heading for his car. He heard Buffy’s shrill voice calling after him. He ignored it, the night held more interesting things for him than demons and slaying… at least he hoped it did.

 

******

 

The young slave orbed, fully dressed, into the small living room. Xander was stood looking open mouthed, he had only just finished pulling his shirt on. He looked at the man in front of him.

 

“That was… pretty neat. How did you do that?” Xander was trying to see round his guest, although he wasn’t sure to what end.

 

“Magic.” Was the simple, patient reply. “Are you ready, Xander?”

 

“Hey… how’d you know my name? Oh, right, magic, like Willow I guess… she can do some freaky things you know but I don’t think I ever saw her appear out of thin air before. Well, it wasn’t really thin, and there was that sparkly-ness and everything, but all in all it was an impressive entrance.” Xander babbled on.

 

His visitor was grinning at him as he listened. The ex-sunnydaler was slightly older than him but at that moment the gap had closed. He was amused and suspected that given the chance the two of them could become friends.

 

“Oh right… yeah, ready… as I’ll ever be anyway. I’m a bit nervous y’know. I guess that’s only to be expected really, not exactly your usual situation. I suppo….”

 

The amused slave reached out, took a hold of Xander’s arm and orbed them both out…mid word and mid sentence.

 

******

 

“…se… wow… what just happened?” Xander barely skipped a beat in his most recent ramble as they orbed into Gil’s living room.

 

“That would be my question too.” A quiet, masculine voice spoke from behind them.

 

The two young men that had appeared in his living room turned to face him. Both were brunette and they looked quite similar in height, but similarities ended there. The one who had been talking had longer hair that was an unruly mop and curled around the collar at the back, his eyes were a deep soulful brown, and his face slightly softer in structure, his chin a little roughened with stubble. He had laugher lines around those beautiful eyes. His muscles were also more bulky where the other was toned and defined.

 

The other man had greenish brown eyes that looked almost sultry, a thinner face with a stronger more chiselled jaw. He was clean cut where the other was more rugged. The silent one wore a white leather collar round his neck, which drew a raised eyebrow from Gil.

 

“Hi, Mr Grissom…Gil, this is Xander… Xander… Gil. Have fun.” He grinned and vanished.

 

Xander pointed to the empty space beside him. “Did you see that, that was cool. Man I wish I could do something cool like that, I just got the eye thing, but that’s pretty wicked in itself I guess.”

 

Gil’s other eyebrow joined the first, “Quite.” There was a heartbeat of a pause, “The eye thing?”

 

“Yeah, yeah… I lost it, long story…usual apocalypse thing, but when Willow got her mojo going on, she did this spell, only something really weird happened and I ended up with a magic eye. Well, its not like it can ‘do’ magic as such but its magic in that it can see things that ordinary eyes can’t.”

 

A teasing smirk pulled at Gil’s lips. “Remarkable. You managed to say all that and you didn’t seem to take a breath.”

 

Xander felt heat creep up his cheeks. “Sorry, nervous… I babble.” He consciously monitored how much he said to avoid freefall babble mode.

 

The younger of the two had never really thought about older guys in a sexual way before, he didn’t have too many reference points for the fanciable older guy. There was Giles of course but he was much more of a father figure. He wasn’t sure if he could class Angel and Spike as older guys… even though they were older than any man had a right to be and still do all that hero stuff. Ok, so they were vampires and they still wore the bodies of the young and sexy, but technically they were old enough to be… He cut off his mental babble; that was a thought he did *not* want to explore further.

 

The thing was, he now found himself looking at this man, who looked to be in his forties and thinking how incredibly sexy he was. He was so composed, he had an air of dominance about him and Xander already had the urge to drop to his knees and kiss his feet, something he hadn’t experienced since he was with Spike. When he came out of his introspective, he noticed that he was being carefully studied with a calculating look. He shifted nervously from foot to foot; something that he suspected it would be a while before he could do without discomfort.

 

The youth’s anxious babbling had amused Gil and it had given him a little insight into this stranger stood in his living room. The investigator in him wanted to understand him and know more about him before they took the next step. But, he had to admit that aside from the talk of magic and the nervous babbling, he was mostly clueless. He was torn between moving straight into it or to ease the boy in, offer him a drink perhaps.

 

“Its understandable to be nervous.” Gil took a step nearer and smiled reassuringly. “You… are a very attractive young man.” He found himself confessing.

 

Xander blushed hotly and ducked his head slightly. The reaction caused a chuckle from the older man.

 

“Choose a safe word…kitten.” Griss deliberately emphasised the use of the nickname with a teasing smile.

 

He watched as Xander’s brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to think of a suitable word. Gil gave him a few minutes pondering time before speaking up. “Perhaps the word ‘babble’.” There was the smallest of smiles on his face, but his blue eyes were twinkling.

 

“Yeah, that will work.” Was the ready agreement.

 

Gil nodded. He realised that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on this boy. He slowly started to walk around him, studying him from all angles. “You have experience as a sub?”

 

“Yes, Sir.” Xan replied automatically, his cheeks heated up a little more, as he realised the term of respect that had slipped out so easily.

 

Griss smiled, knowingly. He watched as the young man’s posture pulled up, his back straightening under the scrutiny. He was impressed with what he saw. He came around in front of Xander, his hands ran up and slid his shirt off over his shoulders, pulled it down the young man’s muscular arms and off at the hands. He wasted no time discarding the plain burgundy shirt, and rapidly tugged the black t-shirt from the waistband too. Soon, that too joined the shirt on the floor, leaving his quarry, bare-chested. His hands found the twin nubs of his nipples and pinched them gently at first and then harder. Adding a slight twist dragged a moan of pleasure-pain from the young man.

 

“Beautiful.” Gil murmured as Xander arched into his hands.

 

The brunette could hardly believe that the man was looking at him when he spoke that word. He had never felt beautiful. Sure, Spike had made him believe in himself, had given him a confidence that he’d lacked for so long and boosted his self-esteem, but he still didn’t think himself beautiful. He watched as those torturous but gentle hands skimmed down over his tanned abdomen and ran lightly back and forth above the waistband of his jeans. It tickled in an entirely good way and caused a shiver to run the length of his spine.

 

Then those exploring hands were unbuckling his belt, with a tug, it was pulled through the loops and out. Gil pulled the leather through his hand, doubled it over and grinned at a particularly wicked thought.

 

“Take off your shoes and socks.” He commanded and stepped back to watch.

 

There was a brief flicker of confusion on the brunette’s ruggedly handsome face, before he dropped to the ground to unfasten his boots and pull them off. He worked quickly pulling them and the socks from his feet before standing back up. It was odd to him, that act, removing his own socks and shoes, knowing full well that his feet were going to be beaten. He felt his cock pulse in his jeans at the realisation that he had just prepared himself for punishment.

 

Gil nodded, pleased. One hand reached out and traced the outline of Xander’s erection that was clearly visible under the denim. The young man swallowed hard at the barely there touch. It urged Gil on and he massaged the bulge appreciatively.

 

“Please?” Xander gasped.

 

A smug grin tugged on the older man’s lips as he turned away, having gained the reaction he wanted.

 

“Follow me, Kitten.” He said as he walked towards the spare room, trusting Xander to follow. He was hard with anticipation himself, and he knew that by the end of the day, he would be fucking the young man into oblivion.

 

Xander followed, now wearing just his jeans, he felt oddly exposed being barefoot; he figured that was the idea of it. When he entered the room behind Gil, his step faltered and he felt his heart rate pick up. This man obviously knew his stuff; he had his own playroom. He was still taking in the room when he registered hands on his fly, undoing each button one by one. There was nothing slow about the action now… he wanted him naked. The jeans where pulled open and roughly yanked down over his hips and thighs to his knees. He didn’t have time to worry about modesty as his erect cock and swollen balls were exposed. He gulped audibly and he almost giggled at the cartoon sound of it.

 

The brunette lifted his leg at Gil’s bidding so that he could pull his jeans all the way off. He left him standing there, naked in front of him, his cock bobbing enthusiastically in time with his heartbeat. An exploring hand wrapped around the hard flesh and stroked it firmly, getting the measure of the size and weight of it. It was average in length and girth but heavily veined, he was cut too, like Gil, something that the older man appreciated greatly. He let go and stepped away, crossing the room he stopped by the padded bench and patted the surface.

 

“I want you face down on here, boy.”

 

Xander was feeling self-conscious about his nakedness; his hands wanted to cover himself up as he crossed to the bench and hopped up onto it. He noticed the cutout in it and figured that it was meant for his face to go in it. Carefully he eased himself down onto the surface, taking a moment to arrange his erection for comfort. He settled with his face in the cutout and found it to be surprisingly comfortable.

 

He felt those gentle hands run over his back, moving over some faded scars with interest. His war wounds, he thought to himself.

 

Gil was taking in the body that was spread out in front of him. The young man was a warrior, the scars on his back told a story of injuries acquired during hard fought battles. He let his hands wander, taking in the pert enticing ass. His hands massaged the globes and squeezed and he visualised sliding his cock between the twin mounds.

 

Picking up an 18” spreader bar, Griss moved to the end of the bench. He cuffed each ankle to one end, forcing the feet apart a good, but comfortable, distance. He paused there a moment to run an index finger lightly along the sole of the right foot from toe to heel. He chuckled when the toes wriggled. Moving along the length of the bench, Gil firmly gripped the young man’s wrists and pulled them behind his back.

 

“Hold them there.” He instructed, while he went for wrist cuffs.

 

He was pleased that he wasn’t questioned or disobeyed. And he quickly buckled the thick padded leather around both wrists, chaining them together. He had also brought two lengths of chain back to the bench with him. Attaching one end of both chains to the short one that ran between the wrist cuffs, he then ran one to the left ankle and the other to the right ankle and attached them.

 

The combination of cuffs and chains forced Xander to bend his knees in a modified hogtie. There was still too much freedom for movement though and Gil used a final chain, attached to the bar underneath the foot end of the bench, to secure to the spreader bar and prevent Xander pulling his feet up to his butt.

 

The brunette had allowed his limbs to be manipulated without protest, he had an idea of what was coming and as nervous as he was, he was also incredibly turned on by it. When it became apparent that Gil was finished he couldn’t help but tug and twist to test the limits. The other man had been incredibly thorough though and he didn’t have a great deal of room to move. He moaned as his body relaxed again, content that he was truly restrained.

 

The result of Gil’s binding was that the soles of Xander’s feet were now nicely presented to him at a good height and angle. He ran his hands lightly over the two soles, watching the wriggling of toes at the ticklish sensation. Then with the palm of his hand he slapped first one then the other. Xan gasped, hidden from the older man’s sight he bit down on his lip.

 

Griss had taken care to lay his kit close at hand, he picked up the wartenberg wheel and ran it the length of the left sole, lightly at first then with more pressure, the spines prickling and sensitising the thin skin. He repeated it on the right foot until he heard a moan and a whispered curse from the young man.

 

Gil picked up the young man’s own belt and smirked. He struck first one sole then the other, teasingly, with no intent to hurt. “Feel that, kitten, that’s your belt. I’m going to beat your feet with your own belt after you bared them to me. And we both know how much you’re going to enjoy it don’t we boy?”

 

The only vocalised response was akin to a grunt, the young man was agreeing internally though. He knew Gil was right, the idea that he was essentially the master of his own punishment was powerfully arousing; he had put himself in this position.

 

The belt struck again, but harder, first one foot then the other then back again. It fell ten times on each sole, moving over from the balls of the feet to the instep to the heel and starting again, each pass striking harder. Gil paused a moment and lightly stroked the skin with his free hand. Then he restarted, picking up with the intensity he’d left off at. Ten more strikes followed by another rest and then a further Ten. By the last stroke of the belt the blows were brutal and Xander was crying out as the pain reverberated from his feet all through his body and settled in his groin.

 

Gil set the belt aside and leaned down; gently he kissed each reddened foot almost reverently. He lightly caressed the soles simultaneously. The contact was a heady mix of pleasure and pain for Xan, and he wondered if he would be able to walk when they were finished.

 

The hands were moving higher, exploring his thighs and butt, tongue and lips were joining in the fun, kissing and licking his flesh. It felt so nice that Xander felt himself relaxing muscles that he hadn’t even realised he’d tensed.

 

Gil knew he could spend hours exploring and enjoying this youth’s body and hoped he would get the opportunity to do so after they were finished with the foot punishment.

 

He grinned as he stepped back again, this time he picked up a light weight cane. He ran the tip of it lightly along the outside of the brunette’s thigh, giving him a clue as to what was to come next. He positioned the shaft of the cane across the left instep before pulling it back and bringing it down with a light tap. He used the cane lightly, striking it down ten times with equal strength before moving to the other foot and doing the same.

 

The second time he returned to the left foot with the cane he brought it down harder. The third time it was hard enough to leave red stripes on the tender flesh, he covered the soles evenly. Ten strikes for the left foot and then ten for the right, hard enough that they raised welts.

 

Gil was surprised with how quiet the young man was, he had no way of gauging if he was flying or not. He gently swatted a butt cheek and received a moan of pleasure. He smiled wickedly, pleased that the boy was still in there. He turned to his table and struck a match to light two candles, they were ones he kept in especially for such purposes. He watched as the wax melted, one hand absently tracing patterns on Xander’s skin to reassure him of his presence.

 

The candles may have had a low melting point, but the soles of Xan’s feet were already abused. So, when the first drip of wax hit, he cried out in pain. Xander tried to jerk his foot away but it failed to make a difference, a second drip followed and then a third. He cried out at each one, his body flushing with heat even as his cock leaked and pulsed, trapped between his body and the bench. Then it stopped, he gasped for air and tried to relax, but his foot was on fire and his balls ached with the need for release. Then the first drip hit the other foot and he cried out in pain-pleasure all over again, he couldn’t count the second and third drips as the sensations blended into each other.

 

Tears formed in Xander’s eyes and ran down to drip off his nose onto the ground. The pain was intense but he loved it, and it was more that fact that he found himself crying. There had been a long pause and he’d felt hands sliding over his body again, gentle kisses and soft words filtered through to his lust-addled brain.

 

“So good, so beautiful, you’re doing so well, kitten, so well. I’m proud of you. When I’m finished I’m going to give you such a sweet reward.” Gil murmured into the young man’s ear.

 

“Sir…please…?” Xander murmured.

 

“Shh, its alright, Kitten.” Gil was peeling the wax off the flesh, it was reddened underneath and he looked pleased.

 

He never gave the young man time to think about what would come next, as he brought down the paddle onto first one sole then the other, five rapid strikes on each. While Xander was still crying out at the contact, Gil’s skilful fingers were unclipping the chains and the cuffs. His hand rubbed aching muscles and he placed gentle kisses on each butt cheek.

 

Gil helped the brunette to sit up, allowing his feet dangling above the floor as he sat on the edge of the bench. While he kissed him gently on swollen lips, he pushed away the tears on his face. He looked down at the hard flesh, it was pointing upwards and weeping steadily. Cruelly, Gil pulled him to his feet and as the tortured soles hit the ground he cried out in pain. The older man rewarded him with a gentle kiss and led him across the room to the comfortable looking bed.

 

Xander winced and whimpered with every step but didn’t complain. Gratefully, he sank down on the bed, stretching out on his back without being told to. He knew what Gil wanted; he wanted it too. The fact that the older man was rapidly tugging his clothes off was a good indication of what was coming. He smiled up at him as the grey haired man stretched a surprisingly well-conditioned body over the top of him. His feet burned but that was eclipsed as those sweet lips possessed his own and the tongue snaked into his mouth, chasing and playing with his own.

 

Reaching under the pillow, Grissom quickly retrieved the tube of lube that lived there. He hoisted Xan’s legs up over his shoulders as he sat back on his heels and squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers. Quickly he sank first one finger, then two into the waiting, eager hole. The brunette was obviously hungry for it and Gil really didn’t want the delay of preparation, but he wouldn’t risk tearing the boy. He crooked his fingers and Xander cried out in pleasure.

 

Then the begging started as the young man pleaded to be fucked, he promised everything from his home to his life, to the lives of everyone he knew; the words tumbling from his mouth unchecked, if only Gil would fuck him.

 

The fingers withdrew and finally he had his wish as Gil lubed and pushed his cock head into that waiting, tight sheath. They both moaned their pleasure as his hardness sunk in. They both knew they wouldn’t last long once they started and Gil thrust in all the way. He didn’t give Xander anytime to adjust before he started to pull out and push back in hard and fast, he set up a punishing pace.

 

In no time at all, Xander’s body tensed, every muscle in his body popped out rigid and he howled his completion as cum spurted up over both of their torsos. The tight clenching of ass muscles around Gil’s cock was too much and with a silent cry he threw his head back and flooded that hot eager channel.

 

******

 

The brunette slave looked at the image, he swallowed hard. After the day before, he knew what was coming and he knew he would have sore feet for days. He looked up at his Master with trepidation. His look was met with a wicked sneer.

 

 

 

Chapter 3 – C is for CBT

 

“Oh Crap.” Harry said to himself, his voice sounding loud in his empty apartment.

 

The young wizard had been so excited to see how things had gone the previous day and what today would bring, including the pairing to be selected, that he’d been stunned with what he’d found. It wasn’t so much a problem that his name was there, the thing that had him blinking owlishly was the kink for the play.

 

CBT, cock and ball torture, just the thought of it had his balls trying to hide by shrinking into his body. He was still no nearer to finding out which way his interest lay, as a sub or as a dom, but he had a suspicion that his partner ‘Tainted Angel’ would have no such confusion. He doubted his ability to be able to dish it out as much as his ability to take it.

 

He’d hit the reply button a good 10 minutes ago but he’d yet to complete the message, he just didn’t know what to say.

 

Harry stood up and paced his living room. His thoughts turning back to what Hermione had said, maybe she’d been right and he was crazy to do this. He supposed it wasn’t too late to back out, but was it fair to do so? Besides, it just wasn’t him to run from a challenge.

 

He sat back down determinedly and started to type.

 

//This will be a real challenge, I’m both terrified and intrigued. Will Tainted Angel be coming to me or shall I be going to him? Snake Charmer18//

 

He hit send and felt his insides flip. He hoped he wasn’t getting himself into something he couldn’t handle.

 

******

 

“Typical Potter, always the martyr, never one to run from something he doesn’t want to do.” The Game Master sneered as he read the reply.

 

“Potter? As in… Harry Potter?” His pets eyes had grown bright and excited, “*The* Harry Potter?”

 

His Master rolled his eyes. “Yes, pet. Don’t get all star struck, he’s not all that impressive in the flesh.”

 

“But he’s a legend, he defeated he-who-shall-not-be-named.” The young slave bit his tongue before he gave away something he shouldn’t about the future. Every wizard and witch grew up knowing who Harry Potter was.

 

“Yes… quite.” The dark voice was laced with sarcasm.

 

“I’m going to meet Harry Potter.” Was the small, gasped realisation.

 

There was a derisive snort from his Master as he stood up and headed for the room with the mirror. Without thinking, he jumped to his feet and yelped loudly. He had quite the battle not to curse. The soles of his feet were so bruised, knowing what C was, he was already dreading his Master’s celebration of the pairing that would occur in a few hours. He wondered if the next 24 days would be the death of him.

 

Cheating he orbed through to the other room and for once was incredibly relieved to go down on his knees. His Master was chuckling wickedly at his discomfort and he thought it was most unfair. Perhaps he would beg for them to be healed before the next torture was inflicted on him.

 

The image swam, bright white swirling mixed with threads of bright green. When it settled the image of a scruffy youth was visible. His dark hair was mussed and just and so hid a scar on his forehead. Bright green eyes shone out markedly, there was laughter in his eyes and tugging at his lips. His clothes were unremarkable, jeans and t-shirt with some slogan on it.

 

“Harry Potter.” His Master told him, with the tone of the terminally unimpressed.

 

“He’s so ordinary.”

 

“What did you expect? A halo and wings?” The lanky man scoffed, knowing the man who would be displayed next.

 

“I… I don’t know.” He wasn’t disappointed, but it was strange. He really didn’t know what he’d expected, if anything. He knelt and stared up at the image quietly for a moment. He was somewhat surprised that his hero worship was being indulged. “Is he dom or sub?” He asked with a frown after a while.

 

“Merlin knows… He doesn’t even know himself.”

 

“Perhaps he’s a switch then, that would explain it. Its not like he has to pigeon hole himself. I guess it would be kind of hard to submit for him, but I can also see that it would be a huge relief to find someone he respected enough that he could let go.”

 

The Game Master was silently impressed with his boy’s thoughtfulness, he always had such a strong grasp of human nature that he lacked himself. He’d indulged him long enough though, leaning in, he whispered the second name to the frame.

 

“Warren Worthington the Third.” He declared, as the blond man came into view.

 

There was a loud gasp from his boy and he felt satisfied by the sound.

 

“He’s an angel?” There was quite rightly, a look of confusion etched deeply on his young slave’s handsome face.

 

“No, pet, he just… looks like one. He’s a mutant, as well as the wings he has a healing ability.”

 

Blond curls framed the beautiful face and blue eyes were bright and distracting, but not as distracting as the huge, fluffy white, wings. He wanted to stroke them, wanted to stroke the strong chest and muscular arms that were naked and on display too. He blushed and lowered his eyes to the floor. It was wrong for him to long for another like that.

 

The submissive gesture did not go unnoticed by his Master. He stepped close to his boy and lifted his chin. “You are mine, pet. I don’t mind if you look, and it doesn’t bother me if you lust… at the end of the day… you are with me, in my arms.”

 

“Yes, Master. Yours, only yours.” Was the quiet reply.

 

The image vanished with a wave of his hand.

 

******

 

//I will come to you. Where I am is not very private for the kind of play we will be enjoying.

 

Angel//

 

That said it all to Harry, the man was obviously a dom. From the reply that the Game Master had left, he figured he had about an hour to prepare. He headed to the bathroom and showered thoroughly before placing his hand on his pubic hair and saying the short spell he’d made up “Abrumpo Capillus Genitor”. Leaving his genitals hair free. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it, and he always enjoyed the sensation of being naked down there, it felt so naughty and sexy.

 

He figured that if they were going to be indulging in CBT that it was best to be clean-shaven. He shuddered at that thought.

 

He ran his hand over his smooth balls and felt his cock harden in response. He moaned and thought about a quick jack off session. But that would be cheating, wouldn’t it? He was 18 and there was little doubt in his mind that he would be able to get hard again. But how embarrassing would it be if they arrived while he was still…at it? He decided to wait.

 

Harry pulled on a pair of jeans and roughly towelled his unruly hair until it was only a little damp. Looking in the mirror, he chuckled at his dishevelled appearance. Who would guess by looking at him that he was the most powerful wizard in the world? He smirked at his reflection and messed with his hair until it lay vaguely how he wanted it.

 

******

 

The new messages had been waiting when Warren had woke up. He’d had a late night out flying and so had ended up sleeping late. The first thing he’d done was check out Snake Charmer18’s profile. It had turned out that he really was 18 and lived in England. His wings fluttered restlessly as he waited to be taken to the young man.

 

The next thing he did was check his kit. He pulled the holdall from the bottom of the wardrobe and sorted through the items in there. Some of it was unneeded and he unloaded them into a pillowcase and returned them to their usual hiding place. He had some toys that were perfect for this kind of play.

 

******

 

Harry held out his wand in his bedroom. He wasn’t sure why he even bothered with the wand anymore, he’d shown that he didn’t need it in the final battle. Somehow, it just felt comfortable to use it sometimes though.

 

“Amplio Cella” The room more than doubled in width and length.

 

“Aperio Necto Cuspis” He didn’t point at anything in particular, he knew it would work on the whole room.

 

The room shimmered and transformed; attachment points becoming visible on the walls, floor and ceiling. Chains, with cuffs attached, dangled loosely.

 

He pointed his wand at his standard double bed and muttered again, “Amplio.” He transformed it into a large sumptuous bed with satin sheets and comforter, piles of pillows heaped on it by the headboard.

 

He looked around the room satisfied that everything was as it should be and returned to his living room to await his guest.

 

******

 

Warren wasn’t surprised when the young brunette appeared in his bedroom. His kit was waiting on the bed and he simply picked it up with a pleasant smile in the guy’s direction.

 

“I’ve been expecting you.” Warren said simply.

 

The young slave, smiled. “Yeah, I guess you have.” His eyes were drawn to the wings.

 

“They’re not going to be an issue are they? I really don’t want to have to bind them. This whole thing is about being myself.”

 

“No, not at all. I don’t think your play partner will be shocked or object. He’s used to the unusual.”

 

Warren raised an eyebrow in interest. “Is that so? He’s only young, has he seen so much?”

 

The young slave’s smile wavered, “he’s had a difficult life. He’s young, but mature…and powerful.”

 

He reached out his hand to the tall blond man with an inviting smile, “I’ll take you to him.”

 

******

 

Harry was pacing the length of his living room, chewing on a fingernail. He was sure that they would have arrived by now, and the longer they took the more nervous he felt. Mentally, he was rehearsing the release spell, saying the latin word over and over in his head. He had moved beyond expecting them and was now worried they wouldn’t be coming.

 

He turned to head for his computer to see if there were any new messages. With a musical sound two men appeared in front of him. He stared at them a moment. One was brunette and wearing a white collar round his neck, the other was blond and had white wings that were fluttering with anxiety or agitation he couldn’t quite tell for sure.

 

“M…Mr Potter… Harry. It’s an honour.” The slave stammered. He was staring back at Harry, his face full of awe and admiration.

 

As Harry met his greeny-brown eyes they dropped to the floor and a blush crept up his cheeks. As used to fame as he was, the younger man still wasn’t prepared to face it in his home. He gave a self-conscious smile.

 

“There’s no need…” Harry started to say, and the eyes came back up to meet his.

 

Warren watched the exchange with interest. The young man who’d brought him here respected the boy, he was reacting like he was someone very important. That was food for thought. He coughed to remind them of his presence.

 

“Oh, sorry.” The Game Master’s pet blushed deeply, “Warren Worthington… this is Harry Potter. Harry… Warren.”

 

He looked back at Harry, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Master will be laughing at me. He already thinks…” He trailed off, looking like he was listening to an unheard voice. “I’ll come back when you’re ready to go home.” He said to Warren and vanished.

 

“Hi.” Harry said, suddenly feeling shy.

 

“Should I be bowing? Our friend seemed somewhat in awe of you?” Warren laced his comment with the unasked question ‘what’s so special about you?’

 

“I… no… I mean… I have that affect on wizards and witches, they… um… I’m sort of important to them.”

 

“Wizards and…?” Warren wondered if he’d fallen down the rabbit hole. He’d assumed that the young man that brought him here was a mutant that could teleport.

 

“Yeah.” Harry ran a hand through his hair, his eyes kept shifting to the wings that he could see peeking up from Warren’s back. “Like me.”

 

“You’re a wizard?” He couldn’t help it; his voice was full of disbelief and more than a little condescending.

 

The dark haired boy nodded, holding his ego in check and not launching into the propaganda, this guy wouldn’t want to hear it.

 

“This is gonna sound crazy, but… are you really an angel?” Harry turned the conversation away from himself.

 

Warren rolled his eyes, “No, I’m not… just a mutant with wings.” His tone was a little harsher than he’d intended and he noticed the young man wince.

 

“Sorry.” Harry muttered and shifted uncomfortably.

 

It was Warren’s turn to wince, he hadn’t meant to hurt the boy’s feelings, and it wasn’t the way to start things off for sure. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped. It just gets old.” His tone softened as he stepped nearer, treating the youth like a frightened child.

 

“I can understand that, totally.” He waved his hand at the spot that the other guy had vacated, “I get that a lot. It’s why I try not to spend too much time in the wizarding community. But I have responsibilities, its unavoidable.”

 

Warren was intrigued, how could such a young man be so important, have so much fame. He was like a movie star almost, but more so it would seem. “They all want a piece of us, huh?”

 

Perhaps this pairing was not so unusual after all, they had things in common in a strange way. Both were in the spotlight, with more responsibility than they cared to carry and not enough space to be themselves. Constantly living up to other people’s expectations and meeting the needs of the public; leaving their own unacknowledged. As he watched, Harry visibly relaxed. He’d hit the spot and Warren smiled inwardly.

 

“Oh Merlin, yes, not just a piece but whole limbs.” Harry agreed, not realising he had taken a step closer himself. It was then that he noticed the bag in warren’s hand, though, and he started to tense again.

 

He bent to put the bag on the floor, “You don’t have to fear me Harry. I can make this pleasurable for both of us, but you have to let me.” Warren said softly, closing the gap between them. Reaching up he cupped the handsome boy’s face in his hands.

 

Harry blinked up at him, he was nervous… no, he was terrified. But if he didn’t do this then he’d always wonder about the ‘what ifs?’ Sex with a stranger was supposed to be easy and stress free, it was supposed to be the thing to do if you don’t want to get involved. Some how though, Harry always seemed to try to make anonymous meetings into something more. He wanted to be loved and cared for, he wanted someone who could see past what he was. So, he could acknowledge that he wasn’t just scared of what they were going to do, but also that he might get stupidly attached.

 

He nodded. “I want to do this.” He told him sincerely.

 

Warren smiled, “Good.”

 

“I need a safeword.” Harry declared quietly.

 

The blond mutant nodded, “Do you have one in mind.”

 

“Libero. It will release me too.” He said the word aloud that he’d been rehearsing in his head for almost an hour before Warren had arrived.

 

Familiar with Latin, Warren smiled, “It will?”

 

Harry grinned, “You want me to prove it to you?”

 

That seemed to break the ice between the two of them and Warren started to laugh at the strangeness of the situation. He was in England, about to engage in S & M play with a wizard who could release himself with a word. It was fairly ridiculous.

 

“I suppose we should go to the bedroom.” The young wizard’s voice cut into Warren’s amusement.

 

The blond American picked up his bag and held his hand out with a smile, “lead the way.”

 

Harry walked fully into the charmed bedroom. “This is it.” He said with modesty. He looked at Warren who’s eyes gave nothing away as he evaluated the room. “If it’s not what you want I can change it. I just went for how I usually, um, entertained… which isn’t often so it might not be right.”

 

“Change it, how?” Warren asked. He was quietly impressed with the room, it was dark and sultry with rich reds and gold, it was a surprise and not at all what he’d expected.

 

“Y’know, with magic. Is it ok? Is there anything you…er… need?”

 

Warren shook his head, “It looks like you’ve thought of everything. Anything else I need, I brought with me.” He set his bag down on a dresser.

 

Harry fingered the hem of his t-shirt, wondering if he should strip off, or wait to be told, or… there were too many variables. So, he ended up doing what felt right and pulled his top off, revealing his quidditch toned muscles. Warren was facing away from him as it came off. He was about to toss it aside when he felt that maybe he should have waited, he almost put it back on again.

 

Indecision was still clearly etched on Harry’s features when Warren turned to face him. Eyes scanned over that delicious torso. “You work out? Or is that magic too?” He asked with humour in his tone.

 

“I play quidditch, it puts muscle on you in places you didn’t know existed.” Harry said brightly with a blush, not mentioning the fact he had displaced Krum as the most successful Seeker in the sport.

 

“Quidditch?” Warren thought he was familiar with most sports, but he’d never heard of it, perhaps it was an English thing.

 

“It’s a wizard thing… broomsticks and enchanted balls.” Harry gave a small laugh.

 

Warren removed his own shirt and fluttered his wings to settle the feathers more comfortably.

 

“Wow.” Harry felt his cock stir at the expanse of muscle that greeted him. “Suddenly, I feel like a scrawny kid again.”

 

The blond chuckled, “My work requires a high level of fitness, not to mention the flying. I’ve a few years on you yet, keep up with the sport and you’ll catch up.” He nodded towards the dark-haired youth’s jeans, “Take them off too and any underwear.”

 

A redness crept up his cheeks, he hadn’t blushed so much since that time in the prefect’s bathroom with moaning myrtle. He looked down, then back up, suddenly feeling bashful, what if he didn’t measure up? He hesitated, hands hovering over the fly.

 

“Now, boy.” Warren’s tone was commanding. Pleasantries over with, it was down to the business of the day.

 

Harry was grateful for the change in attitude, it let him know where he stood and what was expected. His hands moved to obey regardless of his thoughts. His fly unbuttoned, he pushed his jeans and jockey shorts down together and pulled them off his feet. He hadn’t bothered with shoes and socks, there hadn’t seemed much point, he knew he’d only have to take them off again. His hands automatically moved to cover his hardening cock, trying to spare his modesty.

 

“Don’t cover yourself up boy or I’ll cuff your hands behind your back out of the way.”

 

Harry gulped and nervously moved his hands to hang at his sides. Evidently, the embarrassment didn’t put a damper on his arousal, as his cock continued to harden under the piercing blue gaze of the older man.

 

Warren was careful not to show his amusement at the boy’s discomfort, instead he gave him an approving smile, focusing on the hairless pubic area. A thought took shape in his mind and his smile grew wicked.

 

“You can restrain yourself against the wall.” He pointed to the chains and cuffs that hung from the wall. The young man was a wizard, might as well make use of it.

 

Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or blush at the instruction, he had no doubt that the instruction meant he was to use his magic to achieve the goal. He stepped up to the wall and turned to face outward. Spreading his legs and holding his arms up, he spoke softly, “Ligo.”

 

Warren watched with barely contained amazement as the cuffs snaked around Harry’s wrists and ankles, fastening buckles snugly.

 

“Adstringo” The chains tightened into the wall until his limbs were stretched.

 

The winged mutant was not easily impressed, but he couldn’t deny that the display of power had done just that. He felt like applauding. “Well, that’s a real time saver.”

 

Despite his predicament, Harry laughed. He’d never thought about that before, something else occurred to him too at that point. He didn’t need another person to give himself the kind of pleasure he liked; for some reason he’d never thought of perverting his power to those ends before.

 

Warren stepped up in front of him. Leaning in, he licked at Harry’s neck, then suckled, grazing his teeth against tender flesh. He moved his lips and tongue over the pulse point and nuzzled gently. He worked his way up, nipping at the boy’s earlobe with his teeth, he flickered his tongue over it then blew a stream of cool air across it.

 

Harry moaned and shivered, his body responding to the teasing attention. He could feel strong hands exploring his body, sliding over his pecs and down over the six pack abs. All the while that wicked mouth played with the delicate skin at his neck, nipping tantalizingly. A hand finally settled on his smooth crotch, gently rolling his balls loosely in their sack.

 

Harry moaned in pleasure, squirming slightly and tilting his head to the side to allow Warren more room at his neck. He was caught off guard when the hand that was gently fondling him started to pull downwards on his testicles; the pull was slow and insistent. The cuffs on Harry’s wrists wouldn’t allow him to follow the pull downwards, which of course was the idea. He scrunched his eyes shut in pain but didn’t cry out. The pressure was released and his ball sac relaxed, he gasped for air.

 

The warmth of the body pressed close to him receded and Harry opened his eyes to see where Warren had gone. He saw him collecting something from the bag. In one hand the blond man was holding a black leather blindfold, in the other he held a bundle of soft cord. He set the latter aside under the study of inquisitive green eyes.

 

Warren gently kissed Harry on the forehead; it caused the boy’s eyes to instinctively flutter closed. He took advantage of that reaction and kissed each eyelid softly, and then he placed the blindfold over them and buckled it at the back of his head.

 

“Thank you, Sir.” Harry spoke quietly, on impulse.

 

Warren felt a surge of affection for this young man; he was a real treasure. He lightly kissed him on the lips, almost chastely. His hands sliding over defined pecs once more. He visually drank in the sight of this powerful young man who’d chained himself up at his instruction. His cock pulsed in his slacks and he rubbed his erection through the fabric.

 

Warren started to talk as he picked up the soft cord, “I’m going to bind your cock boy, tightly, make it so that you won’t be able to cum, make your arousal hurt so good. Then I’m going to add a weight to a loop on the end so it’s pulled downwards. It’ll hurt but it’ll feel so good you won’t know if you want more or you want it to stop.”

 

As his voice weaved the magic of the words, his hands doubled the cord and threaded it through itself to make a loop. He positioned it around the base of Harry’s cock and balls, to anchor it, then bringing the cord to the front he held the hard shaft steady while the other hand wound the twin strands of cord tightly around the shaft. Keeping it snug, so there were no gaps between each pass of the binding.

 

He looked up to see that Harry was biting his lower lip hard. He leaned forward and licked at the boy’s earlobe, “let me hear you Harry, I want to hear your pain and pleasure, want to hear you calling my name and begging me to stop and carry on, not knowing which way is up.”

 

While he talked those talented hands continued to wind the cord tighter.

 

Harry groaned, Warren was right… it hurt so good. He gasped for air, moans falling from his lips and he didn’t know if it was from the pleasure or the pain.

 

When he reached the end he tied a knot in the two strands then split them wrapping one back on itself and bringing it back to meet the other, he tied them securely then left a gap and tied another knot to form a loop.

 

“Feel that boy, all bound up tight, you’re at my mercy aren’t you and you love it. How you want someone to take control for you, take that heavy weight off your shoulders and just make you feel?” Warren whispered close to his ear again.

 

“Yes… oh….Merlin…” Harry gasped, “Yes… please… Sir.”

 

“Don’t worry, my boy, I’m going to make you feel so good.” He crooked his index finger in the loop and pulled it downwards, bending Harry’s cock to point towards the ground.

 

Harry tried to hold back the urge to cry out, but Warren’s voice urged him on, told him to let it out, to let it go, to give it all up to him. There was a howl of pain, the young wizard cried out loudly, as no mercy was shown his bound cock.

 

Warren nuzzled at the boy’s neck, nipping at the flesh and sucking it into his mouth, leaving tiny love bites marring the perfect skin. When the cry had died down he let go of the loop and the cock swung back up, it caused Harry to cry out again pleasure and pain combined with the surprise of the sudden action.

 

Short but well manicured fingernails, were dragged down his chest and over his abs, scratching the skin. Somewhere at the back of his mind a voice said ‘abrasion was two days ago’, and he almost laughed.

 

“Love your body.” That well educated, American voice said in his ear, as a hand returned to fondling his balls. “So hard and perfect. Wish I could keep you like this for hours, at the mercy of my touch and voice. Here because you choose to be.”

 

He lightly slapped the balls that he’d been gently fondling and caused a sharp intake of breath from Harry. He repeated the action, they weren’t hard slaps but they didn’t need to be.

 

“There are so many possibilities, so many things I could do to you while I have you like this, I’m spoilt for choice.”

 

Another slap, followed by gentle fondling and Harry was starting to not know what to expect next, a slap or a caress. The pattern was erratic; it drove the breath from his lungs and caused him to gasp in arousal and need. He’d never dreamed that he would enjoy this, not in a million years.

 

The gentle caress started to pull insistently downwards again, pulling groans and whimpers of pain from the bound boy. The longer they were held, pulled tight like that, the louder the moans grew, he cried out, his upper body started to pull at the chains. The mouth returned to suck and lick at that same ear and he stilled, the power of tender touch merged with the harsh punishment being afforded to his genitals was incredible.

 

Warren stroked a hand lightly across that strong chest then crossed the room back to his bag. “Of course, with limitless ideas, we could be here for quite sometime.”

 

He pulled out a bag of mini clothes pins and some other items. He paused to shed the rest of his clothes, the rustle of material catching Harry’s attention. When he returned to the boy, he crouched in front of him and one by one started to attach the pins to the not-so-loose sac. Harry bucked and flinched crying out quietly, his voice now sounding a little hoarse. He had reached 8 when the begging started.

 

“Please… Sir… god… please… no more… it hurts… can’t take it… please, Sir… take them off. Make it stop… Merlin… please.”

 

Warren listened and watched carefully, when he was satisfied that the boy had not yet reached his limit he quickly added another two. Then he straightened up and stood in front of the young man, his body was taut, held tense against the onslaught of pain that would be firing up his spine from his groin. His hands found his dark little nipples and played gently with them, before he leaned forward and licked at one, sucking on it gently.

 

Harry was incoherent, a steady stream of words and noises fell from his mouth and Warren kept a close eye on him. He reached off to the side and added a weight to the loop on the cock binding, it pulled it downwards and Harry cried out loudly again, his words becoming clearer.

 

The blond X-man kissed him hard on the lips, thrusting his tongue into the other man’s mouth and plundering it harshly. Hands ran over Harry’s body, caressing every part of skin that he could reach. He eventually had to break the kiss for them to breath and the young man was breathing raggedly. If he’d cried out while the pins were going on, he was going to scream when they came off.

 

Warren started with the first one and eased them off one at a time. There was a pause, then as blood flood back into the tortured flesh, Harry screamed in pain. His voice was raw by the time the last pin came free and he was sagging in the chains. Tears tracked down his face from under the blindfold. Warren smiled warmly, although it was unseen by Harry; he was close to achieving what he felt the boy needed.

 

“Hush, my boy, its all ok, its all fine. Let it all out, let it go.” His tone was gentle as he leaned in and licked at the sore ball sac that had pulled up tight.

 

He eased the weight from the loop and set it aside again, his hand returned with a small multi tailed whip, small enough it could hang nicely on a key chain. He lightly drummed his fingers against the tortured sac for a few moments then, as he held the still bound cock out of the way with one hand, he flicked the whip at it the tightening balls with the other.

 

Harry yelped and tensed back up, his muscles popping out under tanned skin. Warren flicked his wrist again, the thin tails stung the already throbbing flesh. On the fourth strike it was was Harry’s undoing.

 

“Libero.” He cried out.

 

All the bindings fell away and Warren caught him before he could hit the ground. “It’s ok sweet thing, I’ve got you, its all ok, your safe, its over, its ok.” He held the young man cradled against him and carried him to the bed.

 

Still holding him in his arms he continued to whisper soothing words and kissed the boy’s lust heated skin. Warren whispered soothing words to the whimpering young man. “That’s it, my boy, let it out, let it all go… its all going to be ok, its over now, you’re safe. Its over.”

 

Harry sobbed and whimpered until he fell asleep in that warm embrace, as soft words with double meanings were murmured quietly in his ear.

 

******

 

The young slave stared at the screen, his expression was wide open to anyone who cared to look closely. He glanced up at his Master, who was wearing a similar look. He’d never seen such compassion on the man’s face for another person. He suspected that despite all his bravado, the man really did care for the young hero. It would seem that the fates knew what they were doing when they paired Warren with Harry.

 

AtoZ chapter 4 

 

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