Hugh/Ioan: The France Taunting
"Slower," Hugh says, not looking to see if Ioan obeys.
"Yes, master." Ioan obeys happily. He's already come twice like this and every stroke hurts. Master's promised him a beating if he's good and he's going to be as good as he can, obey master to the letter. If he's good enough, master might even do it in public.
There's a rustle as Hugh takes his suit pants out of the garment bag and hangs them up in the closet. "How close are you?"
"Not. Master." But that's not a real answer. The real answer is that he's as close as master wants him to be, and he can come when master tells him to. Then again, he's not allowed to lie to master. "Your slave apologizes."
"Don't apologize." Hugh ruffles Ioan's hair as he passes by where he's kneeling to put his undershirts in the drawer. "You're suffering beautifully for me."
"Thank you, master." Every stroke makes him wince. This is about reminding slave of his place and it's working very well. Ioan couldn't forget it if he tried. He's master's slave, yes, but that doesn't make him any better than the house slaves. Master's slave is no better than a slut, but he's an owned slut. It's the only difference and Ioan shouldn't think himself better. Not that he would, but master likes to cover all the angles. He likes to slap his slave down before his slave even looks up. It keeps the slave in his place.
Hugh finishes unpacking, then folds up the garment bag. He puts it into the suitcase, then zips the suitcase. He hums under his breath.
Ioan whimpers and doesn't stop touching himself.
There's the clink of handcuffs being picked up and Hugh walks around Ioan. He crouches down behind him. "Cross your wrists behind your back," he orders.
Thank you. Ioan crosses his wrists behind his back. There's a jolt of excitement as master cuffs him. Master might not play with his slave now, but the cuffs more than make up for that possibility.
Hugh pats Ioan's shoulder before standing up again. "Good boy. Stay like that."
His slave doesn't have much choice. He's naked and kneeling on the floor with his hands cuffed behind his back. "Yes, master."
The toy case is still on the bed. Hugh unzips it and pulls out something long. Leather. With a buckle.
Ioan whimpers and shifts on his knees. He shouldn't be looking, he knows, but he can't help himself.
Hugh laughs at the sound and puts the belt down on the bed. "Later, pet," he says. "I promise." The next thing he pulls out is a tie. Bright red. And another one, black with the word slut written the wrong way on it. Hugh wraps them around his palm and crouches down behind Ioan again. "Close your eyes."
Ioan closes his eyes. He can feel the black tie being tied tight around his head. He can still see if he tries, but he isn't going to try.
"Now open your mouth."
He knows what's coming next. Ioan opens his mouth wide. The tie forces his cheek into an uncomfortable position, but this isn't a long-term gag. If master wanted one of those, he'd use it. Ioan was careful to pack two.
Ioan listens carefully as Hugh moves, trying to guess where he's going next, what he's getting from the case. He screams around the gag as master snaps the cockring on and struggles hard against the cuffs. Fucking hurts!
Hugh laughs. He strokes Ioan's cheek. "Ten minutes, slave. Good luck."
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