To break or not to break

Authors note: I'm finally back and I'm sorry to have taken so long. I actually do have an excuse for taking so long in updating. My computer with all of my files on it was stuck at my grandmother's home. While I was living with her I had no access to the internet from her home so there wasn't a lot I could do. I finally managed to get -all- my files from the computer onto disk (which took me well over an hour) and now I'm slowly uploading and fixing what I have. Please enjoy and keep in mind the warnings and disclaimers of the previous chapters.


When she seemed pleased with the man's actions, she tapped her nails against the doorframe before promptly exiting - not bothering with a 'good luck' or 'I hope you don't get your arse flailed in the first night'.

Taithos had been so fascinated with the floating runes that he didn't take notice at all of the one that happened to slip into his lavish robes, fingers still nervously curled in the hem of his shirt. At the 'affectionate' nickname his cheeks flushed an interesting hue and he huffed in his frustration. Even the implication that he was small from the man made him flustered. Normally the sisters he resided with teased him about his height and what not but it was no where near as bothersome as this mage!

Biting his tongue, Taithos curled his fingers around the leather strap of Antioche's back - heavy or not it was awkward and gave the slight drow a problem as he went to exit the room, white brows furrowed. He was supposed to lead him to the tower, right?

Antioche waited for the boy to lead the way, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the young boy go ahead of him. This small bag was only one thing that he would need to learn how to carry properly if he ever hoped of getting away from his family. The mage kept in stride with the youth and looked down at him. He narrowed his eye slightly and he could see where the rune went to. If there were other mages about they might take offense to him putting a protection rune on the boy so he placed a hand near the pocket, at the youth's hip and rubbed gently.

"Now then I think tonight we'll start on arranging things in our new room, so you'll be doing a bit of lifting..." He smirked, lowering his head to speak in the boy's ear. "And you don't mind at all do you my little one?"

So there the little Prince was, walking slightly ahead of with his eyes obidiently lowered despite the snickering of many a passerby. How embarassing! He'd not had to look so ferverishly at the ground save for when speaking with his mother and a few high priestesses. But those times were few and far between as it was! Now he'd be rooming with this man like some sort of slave?

The walk to the tower was embarassing enough as he tripped and toddled about with the man's luggage but then Antioche had gotten a great deal closer and it made the short hairs at the back of his neck stand on end.
He wanted to behave and he'd been trying very hard thus far but at the question of wanting to do menial labor, Taithos couldn't help but snort. Immediately after which he grimmaced and stuttered a "yes sir", cursing himself mentally. Oi. Maybe he was spoiled?

The surface elf heard the snort and let a small cruel smile pass over his lips. The boy was just making it too easy for him to find excuses to punish him. He had to wonder if the youth was doing it on purpose. He had to know that such insolence would gain him nothing. Perhaps he was a masochist...? Who knew but there was a way to find out. All he would need would be a little time and patience. And maybe some other things like a paddle and tools to tease the youth with. He mentally went through a list of spells he could use to further his training, in magic as well as life.

The older elf smiled and kept his hand on the youth's hip.

"You know, I could have you toting this up and down the tower everyday."

Taithos was no masochist. And if he were he'd not been exposed to enough physical pain to notice. Sure - he'd been flogged and spanked and what not but these things were done at such a young age that he had no real memory of them. Other than the fact that they happened.

He would have liked to have squirmed from the man's touch but that would be rude - and not only that but he'd probably get punished for the gesture. The warm hand was nice but it was also making him terribly nervous. So much so that he'd dropped the baggage atleast once on the stairs.

And how was he supposed to answer a question like that? No, please? Yes - whatever you want?

"I suppose that decision is up to you." Indecisive answers worked best, perhaps.

The elaborately carved wooden door stood at the top of the twisting staircase. It had worn the poor boy out to carry the luggae as well as his own self up the stairs but he'd managed and was not trying to fish a key out of this pocket, fingers brushing against something that he'd not put there himself.

Quickly Antioche grabbed Taithos' wrists, peering down at the boy's red eyes with a sort of feral need. He smirked slightly, trying to pull the drow's attention away from the rune. He leaned in as he pulled the boy's hands up over his head, the luggage forgotten on the steps. He pressed his face to the youth's neck and nipped there, enjoying the young flesh.

"You don't think you're just going to waltz in there do you? For all we know your darling matron has set up a trap to kill us both for going in." He murmured. "So I shall test the door for us... alright?"

He loosened his grip on the boy and turned to the door, raising a hand and letting it hang in the air just before the handle. He concentrated on the air before it and was rather surprised when he found nothing barring the way. Well isn't this interesting... He smirked and reached for the boy's pocket, taking the key out and tucking the rune so it fell between the folds a bit more. It was hard not to grope him but he managed...

"And now we can go in." He murmured, holding the key aloft a moment before putting it in the slot and twisting it gently.

The boy was just about to pull said something from his robes before Antioche had so brazenly snatched both his hands away and restrained him. He wouldn't put it above his mother to kill him and his new tutor but they'd have had to have done something very naughty to deserve such a treatment!

Squirming with the nip to his neck, Taithos' breath caught in his throat anxiously. He wasn't surprised when no trap were found but he should have been allowed to get his own key! The hand in such an unusual area made him shiver and he was tempted to give him a solid smack for that one had it not been for the rerstraint of his hands and his general fear of the man. Hardly an hour with him and already Taithos had achieved a healthy fear of the mage. Oi.

"I can sleep on the couch." He mumbled as he bumped the door open with his hip, hoping that Antioche would release his hands. The tower was rather lavish with deep red walls, high book cases and a staircase leading up to a relatively smaller bedroom. One bed, of course, but there was a comfortable looking couch just near the fireplace. Set out with rugs of animals long past and various baubles that couldn't be put anywhere else, it was obvious the tower wasn't used often - what with the collection of dush and the general smell of mold. That meant cleaning.

Antioche swept behind the boy, not at all amused with the look of the place. Well the boy could always fix that right? He twisted the boy so his arm was behind him and held it firmly in place, making sure not to put it at an angle that would hurt him. He looked over the youth's shoulder at the spacious room and smirked.

"Now then... I can't have you sleep on the couch... you'll be chained to my bed." The older one chuckled, very serious.

The thought hadn't occured to him until it hit him that the place looked rather like a dungeon and he figured that he may as well make it seem a bit like that. Just with a few luxuries, like the animal carpets and knick knacks lining the walls. He knew he would enjoy this new home. Especially thanks to the company he could keep.

"Now first of all before I bring my good supplies into this mess, you will clean it, top to bottom. Start with clearing the dust out and then make room for my things, freshen the sheets on the bed, check for infestation of rodents... and of course you'll be doing this wearing a special outfit..."

The action of having his arm pinned to his back surprised him enough that it took him a few moments longer to be distraught by his sleeping arrangements.

"Chained.. to your bed..?" Taithos repeated, eyes as wide as saucers. He looked all the younger with this perplexed look on his face, a definate pout forming again on his features. While it never once worked with his mother - or anyone, really - he'd still picked up the habit of doing so when upset.

Top to bottom. The tower room was easily twenty.. thirty.. oh hell - Taithos wasn't good at judging distances but it was pretty damn tall and the ceiling came to an awkward point. Plus all the things that would need to be cleared out!

"But.. That will take all day! If not two. Can't I get servants to help?" Whoops. What happened to biting his tongue?

Antioche frowned and tightened his grip on the boy's arm roughly, pulling their bodies as close together as he could manage. "And what makes you think that you'll be allowed servants? You are mine now to do with as I please. You will do everything I ask and not complain. If you are good I may allow you some luxuries, but never assume that you may rely on the hired help ever again."

With a small shove the boy was pushed slightly away from him and he smacked him with the flat of his palm, making a resounding smack sound that made him shiver. The sheer fact that he could control a drow of all beings made him want to scream in delight.

"You have the ability to levitate, anyone who holds any regard in a house should, despite if your title of prince is pointless. Now, do whatever excersizes you need to stretch and I shall get your cleaning uniform. It will be something you'll be wearing a lot." The man smiled.

Taithos flinched and stood on the tips of his toes as Antioche gripped his forearm, finding the warmth of another body flush against his back strangely pleasing. That was until he realized he'd said something wrong and had to shrink away from the man. It seemed pointless to force him into the work alone when servants would make everything go much quicker! What lesson would he learned from scrubbing the walls?

Stumbling forward with the slightest of pushes, the slight drow yelped at the first contact of the man's hand, head bowed low. He whimpered and rubbed at his abused flesh, not exactly teary-eyed from the contact but definatley not enjoying himself.

Tongue held between his teeth, he stepped away and waited expectantly for Antioche to find this new uniform of his while he stretched, proving himself to be rather.. flexible in the process.

Antioche didn't bother to pay attention to the boy as he searched in his bag for what he needed. When he did check on the boy it was only to make sure he wasn't about to run away and smile slightly when he saw that his commands were being obeyed. What he did pull out of his little bag of tricks was certainly nothing like a slaves uniform. Instead of rags and such he took out a series of straps and buckles, an odd phallic looking item placed somewhere within the mess. He frowned when he saw that it became slightly tangled and he set it on the ground beside him. What came out after it was a slim collar with a bell on it and a couple pieces of jewellery that upon further inspection would show that they had magical properties.

"Are you nearly ready?" The older elf asked, searching for a little more to what he held. He couldn't just have the boy in bondage wear... or could he?

With a quick test to make sure he was still clear on the basics of levitation, he'd managed a foot or two before appearing satisfied - feet connecting back to the ground with a soft tap of leather soled shoes.

"I'm ready." To clean? He didn't want to but it was probably better than studying or some such thing. After trotting over to stand at Antioche's side, that perplexed, lost look crossed his features again as he glanced over the 'outfit' set out for him. Was that supposed to be something that would help him clean? Where was the rest of it?

The tinkle of the bell caught his attention immediately and he was hoping a cat would follow soon after. He did /not/ want to be wearing any collar. Definately not.

Antioche smiled and waved his hand, staring at the youth. "Alright then, take it off."

He waited moment before reaching up and tugging the boy's tunic from his pants then sliding it across to push his robes out of the way. It was rather interesting to see how the boy reacted to everything that he did and he hoped that the matron's wouldn't change their minds and take him away from him. Gods forbid that Lloth decide he was no longer necessary and allow the boy to be killed just so the house might move forward in the dark society.
A slight frown marred his face and he squeezed the boy's hip before taking his hand away, starting to straighten out the leather straps, making sure they were all smooth and clean so that they wouldn't be awkward to wear.

"Take off your clothes!"

Taithos was unaware of Antioche's concerns for his life. As far as he knew he was just an angry mage that wanted to get paid! With a squeak he, out of instinct, swatted at the man's hands to keep him from removing his clothes. At the sharp command he couldn't help but flinch and stare nervously at his feet. Aua..

"Yes sir." He erked and carefully folded his robes and set them aside, working next on the belt keeping his tunic up which then followed the way of his robe. Taithos was far less compliant when it came to his pants, fidgeting. When he wasn't told to stop the boy sighed and pushed the thick woolen material off and over his hips. It had been so warm lately there was little underneath but a pair of soft white socks covering his feet. There was little muscle to be found on his slender body - still retaining a touch of baby fat around his stomach and hips which gave him an even more effeminate figure.

How undiginified for a prince!

Antioche finished untangling the leather and glanced over at the door, making sure that it was wide open. All the better to shame the boy into behaving. He took a small bottle from his bag and started to oil up the leather in order to make it shine. When his fingers were slick with the stuff he took out another bottle and put it on the small table beside him.

"All of it." He raised an eyebrow motioning to the socks and smirking. "I mean it, I want you as naked as the day you were born."

He cleared his throat and looked at his fingers as they stroked over the brown leather and looked up at the youth. "Go ahead, you'll need to get used to it if you're going to be my pupil. It's either this or I'll return you to your matron and tell her just how displeased I was with you."

He desperately wanted to close the door as he assumed Anticohe had merely left it open by mistake. The staircase was high by any curious passerby could easily peek inside and know about his state of undress.

No matter how many leather straps that man had in his bag he'd be freezing! And.. was that really all he was wearing? With a worried look in his eyes he toed off his socks and nudged them aside with his foot. Antioche didn't need to mention the Matron. Should the Mage breathe a word of his reluctance he'd be beaten within an inch of his life by sisters begging for the job.

Better to be embarassed and naked, right?

Obvious pleased with the state of total undress the magic weilder plucked the bottle he'd set aside and uncapped it. He sniffed it lightly, inhaling the soothing scent before pouring some onto his fingers and then stroking it along the phallic object that was attached to the straps. He watched the youth's bright red eyes as he did so and smiled slightly, speaking perfectly clearly so anyone within earshot could hear him.

"Much better. Now bend over so I can stretch you."

He said it in such a blase tone that he might be asking for the time and he paid no attention to the boy's response, waiting for him to obey.

The uncorking of the bottle sent a pleasing scent into the air and he was almost relaxed. Almost. Had it not been for the devious looking smile on Antioche's face. And then he said it and all Taithos could do was stare and gawk.

"...W..What?!" He shouted the question a lot louder than he had intended but it was such an offending request that he was of the right mind to run out right away and take his chances with his mother. Except for the whole naked thing, of course.

It was at this moment than a sister of his decided to waltz right through the open doorway - arms full with a heavy looking bag filled to the brim.

"Here we are!" She smiled cheerfully and dropped the satchel to the ground, opening it to reveal the requested whip and flail as well as various other devices commonly used to discipline naughty youth. "If these aren't to your liking, Matron Malefactum said all you need do is ask the armory beside our home and he will be glad to help." A slender brow rose as she noticed their naked prince and all she could do was snicker and give him a parting pat on the arse. "It's about time!"

Horrified by the new bag of tricks, Taithos whimpered and glanced at Antioche pitifully before doing as he was instructed, hands braced on his knees.

Antioche smiled brightly and took the whip out, testing it with a sharp crack in the air just behind the boy so the air would brush his bottom. He seemed very pleased and smiled befores setting it to the side and hefting the flail. It was a bit more heavier than he would have liked but he could get used to it with some weight lifting. The boy wasn't the only one who would be getting some excersize.

"Would you like to stay and watch?" He offered quietly, going behind the young prince and spreading his cheeks as if checking a horse's mouth. He licked his lips and let his fingers brush over the pucker, not at all disturbed by the fact that the woman was there.

He leaned over and took up the bottle once more, tipping it so it trickled down his cleft and started to seep into his skin and ooze across his entrance. If nothing else than he would enjoy this night.

"You might enjoy it."

Taithos shivered and curled his nails against his knees - awfully worried that something terrible would happen whilst he was in this man's care. The offer for the woman to stay nearly had him in tears but he hadn't the tongue to argue with Antioche working his fingers over such a sensitive area.

The cool liquid running down the heated cleft of his bottom made him squirm, cheeks a bright pink in his humiliation.

With a laugh the sister waved her hand dismissively.

"As much as I'd like to see this little one get deflowered or.. what have you.. I have more pressing matters to do than watch his humiliation. I'll be sure to drop by later to ask how everything has gone!" She smiled cheekily at Taithos who, by now, was awfully unhappy.

"How cruel I am to you." Antioche leaned over to whisper in his ear, his fingers slowly moving up and down to stimulate him without yet breaking past his virgin muscles. "Does it make you want to cry that I treat you like this? I only do it to better you my little one."

He gave the boy a gentle push and suckled on his earlobe, murmuring for him to go on all fours on the floor. It was all too enticing for the boy to be so compliant to his wishes. He almost regreted his promise to himself that he would wait until the boy was ready to plunder his nubile body.

"I will teach you to concentrate... to better handle pain... and most importantly.. you will learn to have restraint." Antioche purred, cupping the boy's bottom and stroking it with the tips of his fingers.