Travis Fimmel and Pierce Brosnan - Let me show you how it's done
[Backdated to August 31st - Five days after this]

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After letting the front desk know where he'd be, Travis makes his way to Pierce's place. It's been five days since Pierce pushed him to the bed at Citadel and inspected the marks on his back and, as instructed, Travis stands now in front of the man's house. He admits to being slightly on the nervous side since, for the most part, his play with Pierce has left no marks. There was something in the man's eyes that day, however, that makes the blond boy wonder if it will be that way today.

Clothed in a pair of lightweight cotton pants, much like those he wore that day, and a simple over-sized shirt, Travis takes a deep breath, knocks then waits for Pierce to answer.

Pierce takes his time to answer the door. He knows it is Travis, and he's going to play a bit of a mind fuck with him.

Standing there, Travis knows he's on the right day and he glances down to his phone - yep, right time - then pushes the doorbell. Maybe Pierce changed his mind or had something call him away. Looking around, he debates knocking again, but wonders if it'll do any good.

Pierce gives it a couple more seconds and then with a grin to himself goes to the door to put Travis out of his misery. "Good. Punctual." is all he says.

Looking up as the door opens, Travis is pulled from the confusion that's rattling around in his head only to be put into a new and different state of confusion as Pierce's words are more than short with him. Travis steps inside, just enough that the door can be closed, then smiles. "Punctual 's always a good thing."

"So's a willing boy," Pierce smiles in return. The grinning beautiful Travis is a sight to behold. He steps forward and runs a hand down his chest, feeling the ripple of muscles even through the fabric of his shirt. "My body to do with what I will."

Feeling his heart pound in his chest at the uncertainty in what Pierce is planning, Travis' eyes close as the man's hand trails down his chest. "Mmm, yes sir. 'm yours, sir." It's definitely a different start, but definitely good. "And what does sir want to do?"

"Mark you as his." Pierce knows Travis understands nothing will be permanent, but the concept is still overpowering. His fingers trace just that bit harder.

Travis isn't really sure what's gotten into the other man since Pierce played over the marks on his skin a few days ago, but the Aussie is definitely not complaining. "Yes sir, this boy 's ready." A light sigh leaves him as the man's fingers rake over his flesh and blue eyes meet dark.

"We have all day," Pierce smiles pulling Travis in closer. Their bodies are warm together, and Pierce lets out a contented grunt. "All day to make you mine."

This is a very new and very curious side to Pierce and Travis finds out very quickly that he likes it. Pressing in close to Pierce's body, Travis grins wickedly at the comment, blue eyes darkening. "Is that what sir wishes? To make me his?"

"I appreciate beautiful things." Pierce runs his finger over Travis' cheek. "To have a mark on them which is mine and mine only is my wish." Pierce sighs.

Travis leans into the touch, a soft breath escaping him as his eyes close. He wonders briefly if they have ice packs in the freezer at home then smiles as he opens his eyes. "How does sir want to mark me? Or is it my screams that he's after?"

"I will draw from you what I will," Pierce replies in a low growl. "First I want you naked and strung up for me."

Travis wonders for a moment if the pod people have come in the night and replaced the Pierce from before with this growly, sexual being. Regardless however, Travis' body responds in kind and his eyes lower, chest rising and falling as his breathing grows heavier. "Yes sir, of course." The idea of being strung up catches, and holds Travis' attention as he begins to strip where he stands.

Pierce stands back and watches the boy devoid himself of his clothing. He is pleased Travis can take instructions well, because now he will have the pleasure of watching him walk naked through his home to his play room.

Gathering up his clothes, Travis folds them over his arm, scoops up his shoes then places everything in a nearby chair. With his arms to his side, Travis lowers his eyes just slightly. "This boy's ready sir." Though the way Pierce is behaving, Travis has no idea what he's in for.

Pierce takes his time to survey naked Travis in front of him; both to appreciate his body and unnerve him. Finally he orders, "Walk in front of me. The play room is straight ahead."

For a moment, when Pierce comments on the placement of the playroom, Travis thinks to ask if it's changed since he was there last, but the demeanor of the man has him off guard, and he simply nods. "Yes sir, of course." With Pierce behind him, Travis' arms stay to his side and he makes his way to the playroom.

Pierce walks behind, enjoying the swagger of Travis' hips and that tight arse. When they reach the playroom Pierce watches for Travis' reaction. In readiness for today he has cleared all his medical equipment, and the room is bare but for a hook hanging in the middle.

Pausing for a moment, Travis stares at the room that he knows to the be same as before - yet not - and he casts a glance to Pierce as he moves inside. The only thing in the room catches his eye and he shivers, knowing exactly what the man meant when he said strung up. "Where would sir like me?"

"Under there." Pierce motions to the hook. "Arms in the air."

Travis glances to the hook then back to Pierce. Surely the man doesn't expect him to hold onto the thing and be lifted - he has upper body strength, but not that much. "In the air, yes sir." Moving to the center of the area, Travis lifts his arms.

Pierce lets out a satisfied groan at the sight of rippling muscles as Travis lifts his arms. He gets his rope and ties a secure slip knot around his wrists.

Watching with curious eyes, Travis wonders just exactly what the man is up to as Pierce ties the rope. It's not begun yet and Travis already sees sore muscles and rope burn for afterward - oh, this will be interesting to say the least.

Pierce notes the rope already making a red indentation in skin and gives a satisfied smile. He hooks a loop through the hook and stands back to admire his work. Travis is only just able to stand, so stretched is he by his position. Uncomfortable enough to keep him on his toes; physically and mentally.

Whimpering softly as the rope cuts in, Travis watches quietly as his hands are secured above his head, the rope already tight, his wrists aching, and he wonders if the knot will pull the material tighter. Stretching upward, Travis realizes he'll have to remain on the balls of his feet to keep the weight off his wrists. "May this boy make noise, sir?"

"As much as he likes," Pierce smiles. "This room is soundproof. Sir has boys here often so Sir protects the neighbours."

The very idea of a soundproof room has Travis' belly in knots and his pulse pounding in his ears. This is definitely not the mild-mannered man Travis met the first time. "Yes sir, thank you sir." Shifting on his feet a bit, he feels the pull in his shoulders - a pull that goes straight to his cock. "Does this boy get to know what's to happen, sir?"

"All you need to know is the secret of success is learning how to use pleasure and pain instead of having pleasure and pain use you," Pierce whispers against his ear.

Pierce's words, though erotic as hell, confuse Travis for a moment since pain and pleasure are the very essence of his position at Citadel but he nods and lets himself begin to sink, the pinch of the rope around his arms letting him know he'll have bruises and burns. "And sir will show me," he says, eyes closing.

"Sir will let you feel," Pierce growls reaching for his flogger. He trails the tails over Travis' chest, the strands of leather lingering over muscles.

Breathing out, Travis shivers at the familiar feel of the flogger's falls, and knows he's about to find out just exactly how skilled the man is in wielding one. "Mmm, yes sir, thank you."

"Sir has all day you know," Pierce teases. "He will make you hurt and take you."

"All day, yes sir." Travis' eyes stay on Pierce, watching the man and judging this new side to him. "This boy hopes he can please you, sir."

Teasing over Pierce draws the flogger back and strikes Travis with a sudden hard swipe across the back of the legs. "Can the boy take this? That would please Sir."

"Ugh!" Jerking forward at the sting of the flogger, Travis feels the ropes pull against his flesh at his wrists as his feet come up from the ground. "Yes sir, this boy can take it!" Regaining his footing, he flexes his hands, waiting for the next hit.

"Let's see how you mark," Pierce growls bringing the flogger down over skin over and over again.

"Aghhyes sir!" Travis' head drops back and eyes close as the beautiful pain sinks into him, settling over him like a blanket, pairing with the ache in his wrists as he jerks against the restraints.

Pierce loves doing this; being responsible for another's pain and pleasure. Travis takes it all beautifully, body arched showing rippled muscles off to their peak. Distinct red lines mark his skin, and he watches to see at what point they are just ready to open up and bleed. That will be his signal to stop.

Travis' mind begins to fog slightly as the wonderful sensations pull him downward into the padded bliss where cries become soft moans of pleasure. The rhythm of the flogger lets him sink down and his breathing evens out, the full weight of his body resting on the ropes around his wrists. Travis can feel the heat from the welts spread out in every direction as the falls of the flogger continue to find his flesh.

Pierce can see the boy going under; his relaxation into the restraints as his eyes close. He allows himself a few more strokes and then places his flogger down.

Taking Travis' chin in his hand he smiles. "You have done so well."

Blue eyes - unfocused and dazed, his mind locked in a pleasure induced bliss, finally begin to focus on Pierce as the man ceases the laying down of lashes and moves in front of him, touching him. "Thank you, sir," he whispers out. His body aches yet burns for more, not wanting the sensations to stop.

Pierce checks over Travis' marks, fingers lingering on heated flesh. "I'll get you water, but do you need to lie down or can you stay there until..."

Travis moans out softly, body arching as Pierce's fingers trail over the welts on his skin. "Can stay, sir...then if sir wishes me to be on the bed..." He's in still enough inside himself that how and where Pierce wants him, he'll go readily.

"Well, remember what I said the other night. We wait for about three hours. Lull you into a false sense of pain loss." Pierce holds a water bottle to Travis' lips. "Might be best if you lie down for a bit. Your arms might drop off after three hours straight up in the air."

The water feels amazing on his throat but he knows better than to take the gulps of the cold liquid he wants to, instead pacing the sips as he looks up. "Yes sir, I remember." Travis glances toward the bed then nods, "Yes sir, think maybe the bed 'd be a good idea. Thank you." He knows the ropes have already cut into his skin - the burns achingly painful.

Pierce unties the rope, rubbing Travis' wrists. He helps him to the spare bedroom, the boy still 'high' from his beating.

More than just a little thankful for Pierce's upper-body strength, Travis leans into him as the man guides him to the bed and he sinks down to the softness, a crooked little grin on his face. Oh yes, floggers are definitely one of his favorite toys. "Thank you, sir," he sighs out, eyes taking in the red welts of his wrists.

"Lots of water and a rest. Then I will finish dealing with you." Pierce goes to the fridge and gets a large bottle of cool water. "I see you know better than to gulp."

Travis pushes up on one elbow but decides that, yes, head resting on his forearms is much better, but he smiles up to Pierce with a lopsided grin. "Finish dealing with me, sir? Makes me sound like a bratty child. And yes sir, this boy most definitely knows better than to gulp. Sir, do I get to know what's in your mind for after 've rested?"

"You know boy! We discussed it last time. What that Dom of yours did too soon after beating you." Pierce runs a teasing finger down Travis' back.

The finger along his back pulls a low, sensual moan from Travis' throat and he sinks a bit more into the soft bedding, a smile on his face. "Yes sir, we did, but does sir plan on fucking me or is there something else?" Perhaps it's the haze his mind is still in that lets him be so casual and blunt while knowing it falls well outside his training.

"You won't want anything else after I've fucked you!" Pierce jokes. "Now rest and get ready for Sir."

Chuckling softly at the words, Travis admits to himself that the bed feels amazing and as the heat and throb from the marks on his skin sinks deeper, becoming a warm heavy glow, he feels his eyes close as a gentle sigh leaves him.

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Pierce finally gets up from his seat. It's been about three hours since Travis' beating. The boy has slipped in and out of sleep, with Pierce bringing him a cool drink every time he wakens.

"You okay boy?" He smooths a strand of hair away from his eyes.

At Pierce's words - the soft sound of his voice - Travis' eyes open and he smiles upward, nodding. "Yes sir, 'm okay, thank you." It's rare that he gets to rest like this between times without going home, at least. "It aches, but the hurt's good."

"Could you take more pain? Not a flogging but my cock?"

Nodding up, Travis grins, "Think I could handle it, sir," he says teasingly, wiggling his ass slightly at the man above him.

"Sir needs to become aroused though. You will need to help him with that." Pierce sits on the bed beside Travis and runs a fingernail over one of the deeper marks.

"Nghhaagod!" Travis' muscles work below the surface as the pain from the tormented mark sinks into him. "Yes sir. Does sir want my mouth?" He can't lay still, the edges of pleasure meeting pain.

"Not your mouth...your pain."

Travis sighs out softly, "Of course, sir. Sorry sir." He looks back to Pierce, "And how does sir wish to bring that out of me?"

"Thought I already was." Pierce grins and presses a thumb to another mark. He watches as the skin depresses and reddens even further.

Fists clench tight into the bedding under him as every muscle tightens and releases. "Yes sir, ohh yess. Thank you, sir. This boy...ohhhgod, thank you."

Watching the boy writhe under his touch has Pierce hardening. "It seems we're ready to go back to the playroom."

Travis nods as he pushes up from the bed, groaning lightly at the stiffness in his shoulders - definitely time for the hot tub when he gets home. "Yes sir, of course." He wonders if it'll be back up on the hook for him.

"I think you know the drill," Pierce grins. "Arms up...legs apart."

As they enter the playroom, Travis nods then moves to the center of the room, groaning as he lifts his arms, wrists together, and the muscles in his back and shoulders protest. "Ready to be bound, sir." With an inward moan, already feeling the bindings against on his wrists, Travis lowers his eyes as he spreads his legs.

"Still in pain are we?" Pierce whispers against Travis' ear. "Wait until I'm finished with you."

"Just a bit, sir" he says with a nod, "but 'm a'right." Travis holds his wrists out then closes his eyes as he waits for the rope to be applied.

"You are a good boy knowing what Sir wants." Pierce pulls the rope tight and lifts Travis' arms. "Sir wants to fuck you in the same position he beat you." Arms restrained Pierce runs an appreciative hand over Travis' muscled back to his tight arse and around to his cock. "Hmmm...I see Sir makes you hard."

Moaning out at the feel of the rope over already damaged skin, Travis' eyes close and his head drops back as muscles along his shoulders scream in protest. His body aches, skin throbs with heat and his wrists, he knows, will hurt for days; it's those very things that have his cock rock hard. "Yes sir," he groans out, "it hurts, but good sir...so, so good."

"Sir is hard himself and can't wait. It will hurt you more if he takes you with no prep. Is that all right?"

There's one thing training has taught Travis if nothing else - never meet a sir without doing a bit of prep himself, even if it was only a minor amount this morning. "This boy's here for sir's pleasure - brought here for sir's wishes - not his own."

This boy's here for Sir's pleasure.

Pierce growls at the thought. What a boy he has found here! He rolls on a condom and, hand over Travis' belly to steady him, seeks that pleasure.

Travis presses back against Pierce's cock as the head presses hard against his hole, a soft cry leaving him at the strain against his wrists and arms. "Ngh! Ahhgod, yes sir!" His back bows as he pushes his ass upward, trying to give the man a better position - trying to ease the pain in his ass.

"So good!" Pierce moans both at the feeling of his cock sinking into Travis, and the boy's willingness. He thrusts, shoving Travis' feet almost off the floor with the force.

The initial sting - that first burn - as Pierce pushes into him pulls a hard, throaty moan from Travis, but as he tries to move back to meet the movement, he finds his feet nearly taken from under him as the man thrusts forward. "Ahhgod yess!" Travis' moans fill the room as his entire weight is taken by his already ravaged wrists.

By now Travis' stiffened muscles should be reawakening and feeling the impact of having to move again. "Does it hurt?" Pierce growls.

Travis' back and arm muscles tighten and tense, the strain on them growing as Pierce thrusts into his body. "Yesss sir," he groans out, trying to push up on tiptoes as his feet leave him once more.

"And this position is uncomfortable?" Pierce taunts.

In Travis' work, uncomfortable is amazing, pain is pleasure, and right now he hovers in that beautiful and fuzzy place as he sinks down, letting the pain in his muscles and the searing heat in his flesh drive him down. "Yes," he whispers, "beautiful pain

Pierce nips and then bites the back of Travis' neck as he allows his own release to build in a series of punishingly deep thrusts. "Beautiful," he chants against the boy's ear.

Between the ache from the stripes of the flogger and the only slowly lessening pain in his ass, Travis' mind begins to fog over as he allows himself to sink down, his body weight supported now by his arms as Pierce's thrusts grow more intense.

"Ready to beg for permission to come boy?" Pierce growls.

Travis can feel Pierce throbbing inside him and nods at the question. "Yes," he grunts out, "yes...please sir...ngh...please may I come?"

"You please Sir, so he will give permission...and his hand to help you along." Pierce slips a hand around to Travis' cock and wraps his fingers around warm flesh.

Training comes into play and Travis relaxes into the bonds as permission is given and Pierce's hand finds his near painfully hard cock. When Pierce begins to stroke him, that's all it takes and Travis gives a softly moaned 'thank you' a sheer moment before he comes, muscles clamping down around Pierce's cock.

"Thank you SIR!" Pierce reminds thrusting brutally into Travis in the throes of his own release.

"Yes sir!" Travis groans out as Pierce pounds into him and, as he feels the man come, cock pulsing, his body relaxes against the restraints. He groans deep in his chest as his arms strain against the pull - even that pain bringing another shuddering wave of pleasure.

"Fuck!" Pierce huffs as he slumps against Travis, sweat running between them.

"Ngh..." It's one thing for Travis' aching muscles to support himself but Pierce's weight as he leans against him is another story and Travis swears he feels blood as the rope cuts into his wrists. He tries to get his feet back under him and fails. "Sir, please, the ropes."

Pierce rights himself and with a breathless gasp reaches up to free Travis. "Such a good boy!"

The moment the rope is removed from the hook, Travis sinks to the floor. "Thank you, sir. This boy thanks you."

"And Sir thinks another rest is in order...with water and some salve for those rope burns."

Travis nods, though he doesn't lift his head, the blond locks a curtain around his face. "That would be good, sir, thank you." It's a tie as to what aches more but he knows that rest will help.

"I bet you hurt," Pierce smiles handing him a bottle of water.

"Yes sir," Travis says, voice soft as he reaches up for the bottle of water, whimpering lightly at the movement. "It'll be sore a day or so, yes sir." Travis hopes with everything the hot tub is ready at home.

"Do you like that? The after pain I mean?"

Glad for the chance to simply set there and regroup himself, Travis nods to the question as shaky hands attempt to remove the lid and he winces as the pins and needles begin to hit his fingers as the blood races back to them. "Sometimes it's hard, but yeah."

"I'll get that, all part of the service." Pierce takes the bottle from Travis and guides him to a seat. "I hope you'll think of me when those muscles burn."

Dropping into the seat, Travis grins up to Pierce, blue eyes flashing. "Most definitely, sir. Think they'll be sore for a few days. Thank you for that." The ache and burn afterward gets to Travis as much as the act that put it there.

"You know if it starts to fade you can call me," Pierce grins suggestively.

Travis grins as he nods. "Of course sir, but I'm fairly sure that Citadel will keep me fairly sore for the next few days." If there's one thing Citadel doesn't lack in, it's the men who love seeing new stripes on top of old on flesh.

"You will remember the pain I gave you though won't you?"

Looking up, blue eyes darkening, Travis nods to the other man. "Yes sir, of course," he says with a gentle smile, "most don't take the time or the care to make sure the ache goes as deep as it can."

Pierce carefully takes Travis' wrists in his hands to check them. No cuts and although he will have some pretty nasty rope burn marks he has left no permanent damage.

"Think of me then when the next one takes you," he whispers running a finger down Travis' cheek.

Travis watches as Pierce inspects the injured flesh. The man now completely different than the one who shoved into him earlier. "Yes sir," he says softly as he turns his head into the touch to his cheek, "I will."