Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

((In response to my two latest reviews:
Jace - Many thanks for your review. Yes, I am aware of the lack of detail to the room, and you hit the nail right on the head with your assumption. It\'s not described well so that I can add to it as I go along, no worries though, I\'ll give a complete description of the room when I\'ve decided on it\'s layout. As for the ribbons, they\'re basically tied around the wrists in a knot. Leon\'s were directly attached to the wall that he had his back to. Rafael\'s were tied around his wrists, but the ends were tied to the headboard. Not the bedposts because his arms wouldn\'t reach that far. Dunno if I made that clear. >->
Drk - I will go back and make it more noticeable but the prostate was manipulated in Leon and Hadrian\'s encounter, I just didn\'t state the word was all. I\'ve lessened the use of their hair colour to define them so I hope it\'s more pleasing to you.

Anyway. Enjoy.))

Chapter Five: Warnings- Heavy slash again, angst.

Leon was embarrassed beyond all logical comprehension. How could he have been like that with this cruel master? Hadrian his name was apparently, if the whispered words of the guards from back in the bath were anything to go by, and given the fear in their voices, he suspected that Hadrian definitely was this master’s name. He was only like that for Luca, and even then it was rare for him to lose control like that. His cheeks were bright red, his entire lower body was aching and sore and he had blood and cum dribbling down his thighs, how disgusting was that? He could blame it on his lack of sexual activity during his confinement, but that would not change how he had acted, he could have tried to keep control instead of submitting as quickly as he had.

Full salty tears rolled down his cheeks, his bottom lip slightly swollen from where he had bitten down on it to quiet his moans when Hadrian began to touch him. He couldn’t even curl up as he wished, to make himself as small as possible; the ribbons that bound his wrists would not allow him to be lowered to the ground, meaning that he had to remain standing, still on display. He so badly wanted the ground to swallow him up and deposit him back in Luca’s arms, back where he belonged. He was distracted from his wishing by a soft noise from the bed as Hadrian lowered himself onto it, still considering what he could do with his slaves next.

Taking into account the dark haired slave’s state of arousal, Hadrian suspected that it wouldn’t take too much to coax him to release, so he had to base his next move on that. His gaze raked over the bed bound slave’s form before shifting across the room to rest on the whimpering blonde against the wall, a plan formulating in his mind.

As a smirk crept across his lips, Hadrian stalked across the room towards the blonde who couldn’t help but cringe away in fear and apprehension, making the master smile sadistically as he reached forwards to free the ensnared wrists and ankles. Once the boy was released from the ribbons that held him, Hadrian watched a moment as the youth wobbled on his feet and almost toppled backwards, righting himself just before his back came into contact with the wall behind him.

Once Leon was steady, Hadrian beckoned for him to join the slave already on the bed. That alone put the boy on edge as he had a feeling he knew where this was going and he didn’t like it. He was almost ridiculously sore after the master’s rough treatment with him and the warmth of blood that trickled down his thighs was irritating the skin as it dried on the alabaster flesh in strangely elegant patterns. But regardless of his state of wear, one of the two slaves was in for a round with either Hadrian or the other young slave whether they liked it or not.

Hadrian just watched as Leon followed his order, the youth’s body looking stiff in its movements, the limbs aching after the somewhat brutal treatment that he had only encouraged. The master smirked at that, oddly pleased by how he had hurt the younger slave, and took a seat at the foot of the mattress so that his back rested against on of the upright supports that held the canopy above them, sat comfortably cross-legged and facing the two boys, a brow raised expectantly.

“Well boy, what are you waiting for? Clearly your friend is in no position to touch you is he? And I don’t want you to be gentle just because you don’t want to hurt him. I want to see blood and I want to hear him crying out for you to stop. If you don’t, I’m sure we can pierce your other nipple, that first time was just wonderful was it not?” Hadrian chuckled gleefully, squirming a moment to get comfortable, completely uncaring of his nudity as his robe was left on the floor.

As could have been predicted, the colour drained from the blonde slave’s face at the prospect of having the right nipple pierced in the same manner as his left had been, though the small gold ornament that now adorned his chest was actually quite suiting. He had no intention of giving the master an excuse to hurt him like that again, so he mumbled his affirmative and crawled across the bed so that he was sat before Rafael who had managed to stay remarkably quiet for some time by then, even though he was /still/ hard.

The bound slave had a mildly fearful look in his eyes as Leon crawled over and sat between his parted legs before giving him and equally fearful, but also apologetic look. He didn’t want to do that, didn’t want to hurt Raf despite how it was the older slave who had been the cause of his earlier pain. But apparently Hadrian was going to play on that particular fact as the smooth voice floated across from behind him.

“Don’t you remember how badly the poker hurt when it was pressed to your sensitive flesh? How the skin before it melted as the white hot implement touched you? How the pain from that one wound was so intense that you cried out?” Hadrian asked softly and smiled as Leon looked down at the pierced nipple as the words were considered.

Rafael had hurt him. Not directly, but his defiance had resulted in the younger slave’s pain, so technically slave laying before him was to blame for the intense hurt he had been subjected to. But Leon was timid by nature and although he felt bitterness at having to be punished for someone else’s actions, he couldn’t find it within himself to hate the slave, after all had their situation been different, if Hadrian wasn’t manipulating them, then those events would not have come to pass. Leon couldn’t hold it against Raf.

He was stalling though, and no doubt he’d get punished for it, so with a barely audible apology to his fellow captive, Leon began to stroke himself into arousal as Hadrian had done to himself shortly earlier. There was no offer from the master of any type of lubricant, none of that lovely smelling oil Hadrian had used, so the blonde resorted to the only thing available to him, saliva. He spat into his hand and rubbed them together to spread the liquid and then lowered his slicked hand to his limp member and started at the base, smoothing the fluid and teasing himself lightly to make the organ rise

Rafael watched as Leon touched himself in gentle strokes so that the length became erect and the boy continued to work his erection so that his hand glided easily up and down with little if any resistance. The youth looked sad though, his blonde head bowed presumably so that he didn’t have to face him. It made Raf nervous and he couldn’t help but tense in apprehension. The boy wasn’t seriously going to hurt him just because Hadrian had told him to. Was he?

Once his length was lubricated as well as it was going to be without the aid of the scented oil, blue irises rose, but still did not settle on the eyes of the slave bound by ribbons to the headboard of the bed. They trailed up the lightly tanned body, tracing the contours of the muscles with his eyes but stopped when he could see the male’s nose. He couldn’t look Raf in the eye considering what he was about to do.

Without waiting for more prompting from the master behind him, Leon popped two fingers in his mouth to wet them only to have the hand batted away when he lowered it to the anxiously waiting slave’s entrance.

“I want you to hurt him boy.” Came the growled demand from the end of the bed as Hadrian settled back again, and it made Rafael’s eyes widen in fear. Leon really was going to do it; Leon was actually going to hurt him. The older slave could only lay completely still and hope that perhaps it wouldn’t hurt as much as he feared it would. Only time would tell though, and time was quickly running out for Leon to make a decision as to whether or not he did as commanded.

Leon didn’t feel like he had a choice. After the excruciating pain of his piercing, he didn’t want to hurt like that again, so essentially, Hadrian had already made the decision for him.

Still refusing to look the slave in the eye, Leon reached forwards and lightly held the older slave’s hips, not hard enough to mark him as Hadrian had done to him, but firmly enough to hold him steady. He could feel the slave shaking with tension and apprehension and it was then that the thought struck him that perhaps Rafael hadn’t done anything like this before. Was Raf a virgin? Surely not, not with a body like his. Was he even gay?

No, he couldn’t think about it or else he wouldn’t go through with it, and he’d be punished again. Regardless of how Rafael felt, it had to be done. And with that in mind, the boy shuffled up right between the slave’s legs until the tip of his erection brushed against the male’s puckered entrance. Impatience was radiating off Hadrian in waves so Leon wasted no more time before he eased himself slowly into the tanned slave’s body, trying not to cause too much initial pain.

Rafael’s passage was not lubricated though, so there was friction that was almost painful for the both of them until the smaller boy was seated inside the unwilling body of his companion. Once he was buried inside the male, right to the hilt, he just remained there for a few moments to let Raf become accustomed to the feeling of being completely filled.

There were tears in Raf’s eyes as he could feel every inch of the pulsing erection inside him. He was so tense it hurt but he just could not relax, not when he was having his virginity taken from him in such a way. It burned as if aflame considering that he hadn’t been prepared, gentle though the entry was, and there was little doubt in his mind that Leon would get punished for trying not to hurt him, he appreciated it none the less.

There were tears in Leon’s eyes too. Tears of grief and regret at what he had to do, but he had to do it. Grasping the male’s hips tighter, Leon pulled out slowly, feeling the Raf’s muscles clenching around his erection but despite the stimulus, Leon couldn’t feel the pleasure in the involuntary action.

Hadrian watched, pleased as Leon finally began to move, slowly at first but as if sensing that their master would become angered, he ignored the older slave’s pitiful gasps and whimpers of pain and worked up a steady pace. The master knew that thee boy realised that if blood was not shed in the actions, then it would be shed in a different and far more painful way.

Rafael was crying above him, his body jolting against the mattress with every thrust of the boy who obeyed the master’s prompting to be more brutal with his force. Leon hated himself with a passion for what he was doing, but he just couldn’t face the prospect of more of his earlier punishment for disobedience. Hips piston him in and out in harsh movements and it wasn’t long before Leon’s ruthless fucking was the cause of winding trails of blood that weaved their way down the unfortunate slave’s legs and cries of pain that were increasing in pitch until Rafael was damn near screaming in agony.

It was then that Leon became aware of the mattress shifting behind him and then something slick being pressed to the crease of his backside. It didn’t take a genius to work out what it was, or what was about to happen. Leon wasn’t ready for another round though, he was still sore, aching from his treatment before, but apparently it did not concern the master as he pressed himself so that the head of his length was pressed gently against the entrance to the blonde slave’s body.

As Leon thrust into his friend’s body again, he moved himself away from the erection nudging at him, however, when he pulled out of Rafael’s body again, he ended up impaling himself on the master’s waiting length with a sharp cry of pain that immediately stilled his movements. So there they were, Leon and Raf face to face, with Hadrian penetrating Leon from behind that time.

“Move.” Came the hissed order in the blonde youth’s ear, and obediently, Leon resumed his motions, though he was consequently thrusting himself backwards onto the master’s member. All he saw after that was pain. In exactly the same way as Rafael could feel every twitch and throb of the invading erection to a painful degree, Leon felt the same. Although where the boy tried to ease some of that pain by angling the bound slave’s hips so that his prostate was struck with each drive into the tense body before him, Hadrian was not so thoughtful.

All three of them moved disjointedly on the bed for what seemed like an eternity to the two boys, feeling the most intimate parts of their bodies being violated all for the sadistic pleasure of the master pounding into the body of the blonde slave from behind.

Leon was the first to let go, his body shuddering as he released his essence into the writhing body beneath him. This caused a chain reaction as the tightening of his muscles around the invasion to his body drove Hadrian over the edge, and the feeling of his body being flooded with the blonde youth’s release was enough to bring Rafael to the brink and push him over so that his own fluids splashed across the blonde slave’s naked stomach.

By that time Leon was completely spent and hadn’t the energy to do more than flop forwards and rest on his fellow slave’s chest, both young males breathing heavily, panting to catch their breath. Leon’s softening length slid from Rafael’s passage as the boy shifted minutely to get comfortable, feeling the discomfort as Hadrian too pulled away and the bed shifted again as the master left it.

The exhausted pair did make quite the cute couple, lying there together, limbs intertwined as Leon curled his arms around the torso of his companion, eyes closed, the damp streaks on his cheeks marking the paths of where his tears had fallen.

By then, night was falling outside, the chirping of crickets barely audible through the partially open window on the right of the bed. The deep crimson curtains billowed in the light breeze that was suddenly noticeable to the pair resting on the bed, uncaring of the slowly drying fluid smeared on their stomachs. They did care about how the breeze blew lightly across their flushed and heated skin and Leon shivered lightly atop Rafael, drawing his knees to his chest to conserve warmth.

They weren’t allowed to stay there though as Hadrian stalked over having donned his robe once more, looking as calm and composed as ever, as if he hadn’t just indulged himself in a threesome with two of his most beautiful slaves. “Off the bed. You will be bathed and fed before being shown to your room to rest.” He announced, gesturing for the pair to pick up their robes and dress themselves once more. “Rest assured that tomorrow will hold something new for you both, there is much that you must learn.” He offered a disarming smile as he watched the two extract themselves from each other, Leon having to release the ribbons from around Rafael’s wrists, and get unsteadily to their feet.

One might have though that Hadrian would keep his slaves in sight, bound to something so that he could listen to their whimpers and cries to be free, but although such things were pleasant to his ears, he also like to have his slaves in good condition. Having the fluids of their releases on their bodies, mixed with the drying blood was not pleasing to the eye, and once they were cleaned and rested, he could start afresh and tomorrow he would mark them as he wished, taking great pleasure in watching the defiant slave, Rafael break for him in ways that did not involve sex.

In chorus the pair acknowledged Hadrian with a weak ‘Yes master’ as they moved stiffly to gather their robes and cover themselves up. Leon’s knees felt weak as he bent to collect the robe from where it had been discarded near the ribbons fixed into the wall and just seeing them sent a shiver rippling down the youth’s spine.

Not wanting to spend any more time in the room with Hadrian than they had to, the two males clothed themselves as quickly as they could given their weakness, and stood before the master before being dismissed by a casual wave of their master’s hand. Hurriedly, the pair of slaves shuffled to the door that opened as they neared it, held open for them by a waiting guard and it closed behind them as the same guard fell into step behind them, ushering them back off towards the same washroom they had been in before.

Not a word was said as they travelled the halls, both slaves too weary and afraid of reprimand to break the silence that hung over them.

((Now that the smut has been dne, I bet you have no idea what\'s going to happen now do you? Will there be more sex? Or will it be more torture based? Or... will something happen that will give young Leon a ray of hope for his old master Luca? You\'ll have to wait and see. ^-^ Reviews still wanted, suggestions are always appreciated.))