(cross posted to cit_travis)

Warning: CBT, Breath play, Humiliation

His preferred layout was on record, but he always give it a once over anyway. Something missing was their fault, but him not knowing it til he reached for that item was his. Nodding to himself, he settles in the chair directly across from the door and waits for the new boy to arrive.

Skin still slightly warm and moist from his shower, Travis makes his way to the room. It's a new client - or at least new to him - and he's as nervous as he is excited. There's something about the unknown that always revs him up just a bit more than walking into a room where he knows exactly what will happen, and when. Travis knocks lightly then steps through the door, closing it behind him before taking two steps in and sinking to his knees, eyes lowered and head head high.

Mark lets the moment draw out, studying the boy. Not bad, the usual Citadel standards. Now let's see if he's up to adding to the dance card. "Over here now, boy!"

As a house boy, few things ever actually give Travis pause - the man's voice is now added to that list. Slipping forward, he begins to crawl toward the other man and, chancing a glance upward, spies a set of some of the largest legs he's ever seen. Coming to a stop in front of the man, Travis sinks back to his knees. "Yes sir."

Without warning Mark's hand lunges out and grabs the boy by his throat. Fixing his hold, he slowly drags the boy up. This served two purposes. It let him see the boy up close and presents a problem. How does the boy manage to keep his eyes down, or does he risk the possibility that the Dom wants to see his eyes?

The hand finds his throat so quickly that, even would he have done so, there wasn't time to react other than a slight flail of arms as his body is basically lifted upward. It's already a definite in his mind that this man - this client - knows exactly what he wants. It's simply Travis' job now to figure out what that is and do his best to adhere to it. The hold, though it doesn't cut off air, is enough to have the Aussie's heart pounding, the pulse strong against the man's fingers, and Travis' dark lashes lift, blue eyes taking a quick glance upward. Bloody fucking hell. He knows now that he's obviously been rented by a giant.

A wide smile crosses Mark's face as he sees the boy look up. "Wrong choice." The face slap comes out of nowhere, his other hand letting go so that the boy falls to the ground. "Let's see if you can do better." In one motion he grabs the boy, picks him up, and throws him against the wall. It's only a few seconds later that the hands and feet are securely shackled and spread far apart. "Better tell me your safeword now, boy. You might not get much time for talking later."

"Ngh!" Letting out a grunted breath as a hand the size of a dinner plate connects with his face, Travis is falling before he can catch himself and what's left of his breath leaves him in a rush. Travis isn't short by any means but, as the man moves, it becomes clear that he towers over Travis by several inches. Beg or keep quiet? Before he can make the decision, he's thrown against the wall, hitting it like a rag doll. "Ungh! Sir, 's soda, sir. Soda." Blue eyes widen as he wonders just how a man so large moves so quickly as he finds himself shackled, muscles protesting the stretch.

"Soda, huh? Well, that's a new one." Mark leans against the wall next to the boy. "Let me tell you how it's going to be, boy. I'm going to give it and you're going to take it. I don't feel like playing around tonight. I should be home right now and instead got dragged into doing something for Vince. So you're going to be the stress relief. I'm going to work that ass of yours. I ain't gonna damage you, least not in any ways that's permanent. So let's get your limits out of the way, tell me one thing you like. Rest of this session, only thing I want coming outta your mouth is screaming."

Oh yes, definitely several inches taller than Travis is, and as this giant leans against the wall, Travis estimates the guy having a good two hundred pounds on him - at least. There's a given in the boys that work for Citadel - you don't do this job unless you love it, and Travis does. Even those scenes - actually, especially the scenes - like the one he's been sent into are enough to nearly drive him insane with sexual energy. His eyes stay lowered now; he won't make that mistake again, and even though he knows he's safe in the walls of Citadel he also knows there are many things that won't permanently damage a boy. "Floggers, sir."

Mark grabs the boy by his hair and yanks his head back. "You're really starting to disappoint me, boy. I said your limits. You're making me wonder if I'm wasting my time with you. I don't like wasting my time on worthless boys. Last chance."

"Beg your forgiveness, sir. Sir's not wasting his time." Focus! He's a mountain, but still a man. Right? Yeah, hopefully. Travis closes his eyes for the briefest of moments, fighting back the moan that wants to rise up. "Scat, certain water sports and no permanent marks, sir."

"Now see. Was that so hard?" Mark gives him a light tap on the face and lets go of his hair. Pushing off from the wall, he goes over to where the toys are. His hand skips over the flogger and moves directly to the bamboo cane. "A lesson about me, boy. It's better to pay attention." He spins around and smacks the boy on the legs right under his ass. "I'm feeling fifteen might work."

Travis doesn't answer the question, having no doubt that it's definitely rhetorical and answering would most likely result in another slap, then again, maybe that wouldn't be the most horrible thing in the world. He doesn't move or attempt to look back as the man moves away but presses closer to the wall, his already hard cock pushing hard against the wall. With the snap of the cane, Travis' head drops back and his eyes close as the moan he's been holding back finally breaks free. Fifteen is very, very good.

Mark keeps the blows steady but fast. This isn't the night to go fancy, that'll be for next time. If there is a next time with this one. After he lands the last strike, he grabs the lube and smears some on the cane. "Here, hold this for me." Spreading the boy's cheeks, he pushes the cane in only about an inch or so. "Don't have to tell you not to drop that, do I?" Picking up a heavy leather belt, Mark starts to whip the boy's ass.

The pain that begins so sharp and heavy slowly turns into something brimming of heat that fills Travis' body with an ache that he knows is a result of more than just the cane landing across his flesh. With every hit, his body jerks against the wall as low, grunted sounds leave parted lips but it's not until the last hit comes and Travis hears those words does his body tense up. He finds out exactly what it is the man wants him to hold and frantically realizes with no further than the thing's inside him, holding it there will prove near impossible. "No sir, this boy...aghh!" Muscles clench up as the next item lands on already marked flesh.

Only five strikes have landed when Mark gets an idea. Setting the belt time, he searches for the alligator clips with the extra long chains he saw earlier. Finding them, he moves over to the boy and works his hands between him and the wall. One end of each chain is attached to a nipple and before the boy can adjust, he stretches the chain down to attach the other ends to the boy's balls. The chains are just shy of letting the boy remain fully upright. Taking a moment to look him over, Mark picks the belt back up and begins again.

Crying out as the hits land, Travis barely gets enough time to even begin to sink down into the pain before it stops, the cessation of hits against his skin brings his eyes open and he tries to focus, look back, to see what's happening behind him. The tightness of his limbs against the wall prevents much movement and, as it turns out, it's not needed, since suddenly, hands are pushing between him and the wall. "Unghaagod, sir!" The clips bite into the tender skin, drawing his balls upward and his nipples down as the muscles in his stomach tighten against the position. Blue eyes suddenly fly open wide as he feels the cane slip; it's not free from his body, but there's definitely movement. Fuck! Fuck!

Mark sees the cane shift, but doesn't stop the blows. He lets a strike land every now and again on the boy's back, forcing him to pull on the chains. "You're doing good, boy. Making me rethink my opinion of ya. But we're far from done." Reaching for the flogger with his other hand, be begins alternating the strikes in a random pattern. He keeps his eyes on the cane to see how long the boy lasts.

His sounds alternate between cries of pain and moans of pleasure as he feels the welts begin to form on his skin, the belt landing to lay mark after mark over already ravaged skin. "Thank you, sir," he groans out through gritted teeth, using every amount of focus he has to keep the cane where he's been ordered to hold it. Travis knows, can feel the burn in his muscles, that with every hit, the cane slips more, preventing him from sinking down with the pain. The flogger lands again, its falls splaying across his backside and he cries out, eyes opening wide. "NO!" The cane slips free and he hears it hit the floor.

Mark stops as the cane drops. He tosses the belt and flogger down and walks over to the boy. "You lasted longer than I thought you would." His voice growls in the boy's ear. "But you didn't last long enough. There's going to have to be a punishment for that." His hands open the clips to remove them from his balls, but just yanks them off his nipples.

Travis knows that regardless of how long he'd been able to keep the cane in his ass it wouldn't have been long enough. He'd done all he could to keep the scant part of the cane inside him, but he'd failed and now it's time to take whatever punishment the man thinks he needs. Letting out a breath as he feels the clamps on his balls open, that relief doesn't last long. "Aghaa!" The clamp's teeth rip at his nipples as the chain is yanked free and he can't help trying to see if the sharp pain is simply shock to the skin or bloodied nipples.

Since he didn't think about using an O-ring, he has to find it. He pulls the boy's head back hard enough to make his neck pop and shoves the ring into his mouth. "The boy just made himself into a fuck toy." Freeing the boy from the wall, he drags him by his hair and drops him in front of the chair. Ropes tie his legs together, trapping his cock between them. Handcuffs keeps his wrists locked behind him. Mark undoes his jeans as he sits down, pulling out his cock. He strokes it as he reaches down and grabs the boy by the hair again, letting him see what's in store. "Don't worry. I'll listen real hard for your safeword. And if I miss it, well that mouth-to-mouth class just might come in handy." Without another word, he shoves his cock into the boy's mouth and begins to fuck his face.

"Nnnyaaa!" As his head is snapped back, Travis' eyes meet those of the man next to him and the shudder that races through him as the ring is violently shoved behind his teeth, he's sure is visible. Scrambling as he's freed from the wall, Travis does his best to stay up with the other's movements as he's pulled along, his tongue playing at the ring. Once again he's bound, the man making sure he won't protest or fight back and Travis groans out, trying to lean into his trapped cock - that is until his full attention falls to the man in front of him. Travis' cock isn't small by any standard, but what he sees there in front of him has him questioning, just for a moment, his ability in deepthroat. "Uhhh..." Travis barely has time to glance up before he's pulled forward and his air's suddenly taken from him through the force of a thick cock. "Nnnhnn!"

"Yeah, that's it. It's what you are, ain't it boy? Just a fuck toy. You just want to get used, don't ya fuck toy? Have a man not give a damn about your feelings. just use you and leave you there. Let people see what you've let be done to ya. I could do a lot to you and you'd beg me to do more, wouldn't you? I could even..." Mark thrusts his cock deep into the boy's throat while he pinches his nose close.

He can feel the mixture of pre-come and spit as it runs from the corners of his mouth, the ring not only keeping him from closing his mouth but also making it nearly impossible to swallow. There's no way to hide the way the man's words effect his cock as it throbs violently between his legs. The humiliation kink is definitely a double-edged sword - very few things can bring such concrete feelings from both ends of the spectrum; the man quickly finds another, however, as his fingers pinch Travis' nose tight. Hips buck forward as Travis struggles against the lack of air, blue eyes tearing up as he looks upward.

"Fuck yeah." Mark's eyes half close as he feels the pressure around the head of his cock. Just ten seconds more... three two one. Moving his hands away, he brings his boot up and shoves the boy onto his back. He spits on his chest, letting the boy lay there as he pushes his cock back into his jeans. Freeing the boy's legs, he pushes them back toward his chest. He reties them so the boy's cock is exposed. He chuckles as he bats at the half hard cock. "I knew it. Just a damn fuck toy." Taking a longer rope off the table, he ties it to the outside of one leg. Wrapping it snug around the boy's middle, he does the same to the other side. The rope forces the boy to keep his legs apart. Any attempt to close them will make the rope dig into his stomach.

With a wicked smile, Mark walks to the small sink in the adjoining bathroom and wets down the flogger. "I'm not sure how many this time. We'll just go with how it feels." Still smiling, he lands the first strike straight onto the boy's cock.

With the cock buried in his throat, Travis knows there's no way to gain air until the man allows it, and just as the room begins to spin, a gush of cold air hits his lungs and he's being shoved backward, landing on his back with a hard thud to drive out the air that he's just been lucky enough to draw in. Travis feels the wet spit hit his chest but, as he coughs and gasps for air, that's the last thing on his mind, especially as he's suddenly being manhandled - tied up like a turkey being prepared to be stuffed. Travis doesn't fight, even if he could manage to get his mind to the spot he would fight, he's not sure in that moment he's got the strength to do so.

When the man moves away finally and Travis hears water, his mind immediately goes to a place he hasn't experienced in ages, but as the man returns and Travis spies the dripping wet flogger, his mind goes slightly numb - just before the hit lands and his scream fills the room.

The blows land harder and faster then they have so far. Mark only takes care not to have any of the strikes land on the boy's face. Beyond that, anything goes. He flips the boy over with his foot and whips his back and sides before returning to the front. He also makes sure to lay the flogger over the boy's ass, the strands coming down hard on his exposed opening.

There's no time to gain a breath as the flogger lands over and over and Travis' cries and panted gasps fill the room around him, and through it all - through all the pain - his cock stays nearly rock hard, even as the welts begin to form on it and his tight puckered hole. He can feel the muscles clench tight as they try to protect the delicate tissue from the stinging leather falls, but as the flogger lands and one of the strands meets his hole with perfect precision, Travis' head comes up and a deep, pain-filled scream leaves him.

The scream is music to Mark's ears. He lets two more blows land in quick succession then drops the flogger. Pulling his cock back out, he takes the condom from the table and slips it on. A very thin layer of lube is next. The boy won't be torn up that much, but it'll feel like it. Leaving the boy tied and gagged, he rolls him onto his face and thrusts hard into him. His fingers dig into the boy's sides, soon leaving bruises. He pounds into the boy, seeking his own release even as his hand reaches down to grab the boy's cock, denying him his.

Travis' words and pleas fall in mumbled succession as he hears the flogger fall to the ground. At this point, he's not even completely sure if he's begging for the man to continue the abuse to his flesh or undo the binds that hold him and release him, giving his muscles time to relax. Even through his daze, Travis hears the wrapper open and knows what's next, remembering the size of the man's cock, he braces himself as he tries to relax. The idea comes too late and as he's rolled to his stomach, face pressing into the floor, he tries to sink down, let the pain take him - it doesn't work. "Unghaaaa!" Regardless of how much he tries, the man is good, keeping him just on the edge, not letting him slip into headspace.

Mark closes his eyes, head falling back as he can feel the sensations building up. He's close very close. Letting it drag out for a minute more, his hand darts out and grabs the boy's hair. Yanking him backwards, he growls in his ear. "Just a fuck toy. Just for me to use to get off and then throw away. All you are is a fuck toy. And you'll beg me to use you like that. Beg to be a nothing, a thing. Won't you?" Not waiting for an answer, Mark clamps his hand over the boy's nose and mouth.

It's moment like this, clients like the one that has him now, that make him remember why it is he remains a Citadel boy. With the man's hand clamped in his hair and those words echoing in Travis' ears, the Aussie's cock throbs between his legs to send silvery drops of liquid from the sore and welted head to the floor beneath him. Yes sir, his mind pushes out just as the large hand clamps over his nose and mouth, stealing his air once again and it's then that Travis' body nearly lets go, but in that moment he's a boy, the man's boy, and permission to come hasn't been given.

Mark's breath becomes ragged as he feels the boy struggling around his cock. Fuck...fuck..AAAAAHHHHH!" His whole body tightens as he shoots into the condom again and again. Drained, he sets the boy roughly down on the ground as he catches his breath. Pulling out of him with a groan, he waits a moment before managing to get his legs under himself to stand.

Travis hears the cries of pleasure from the man above him, feels the cock pulse inside his ravaged hole then the man pull free, leaving him moaning softly against the floor. As he feels the man behind him push to stand, he tries to look back then gives up, his eyes closing with the sound of footsteps leading away from him.

Taking a deep breath, Mark goes to the bathroom to wash himself and throw away the condom. A knock sounds at the door and a house medic walks in. "Good timing as usual." Mark splashes some water on his face as he finishes dressing. "He's not too bad off. Tomorrow or the next day would be my guess." He smiles down at the boy as he grabs his jacket. "See that he's put on my preferred list. And find out if he can travel." Mark kneels down next to the boy, rolling him over and giving him a light slap on the face. "You made the grade, boy." He stands up and walks toward the medic. "You can let him come when my bike reaches the main gate." Without a look back he leaves.

When the knock comes, Travis' eyes fly open as his mind frantically wonders if another has come to join the scene. Everything inside him relaxes as he hears the voice of the medic but, as the man nears him once more and bends down, Travis tenses up, feeling the hard pat to his cheek. He isn't sure what grade he made or preferred list he's being added to, but the man seems pleased, which means, if nothing else, Travis has done his job.

mood: Focused