Becoming His Slave (64 page)

“There won’t be a next time.”

“For yours and his sake I hope so.”

“Thanks Pavle.” Sasha closed in and hugged his brother, “Can we see him now?”

The doctor nodded as his shoulders gave a bit of slump to them as if he’d been bowed up ready for a bigger fight, or just simply holding his breath. Sasha hadn’t been sure, he was so focused on how to keep Isaiah out of the state phsyc ward he hadn’t been reading the other man’s body language. Maybe he was just tired and there was some relief that at least one mentally disturbed patient would be turned over to someone who actually gave a shit. Or that he assumed Isaiah was his lover and expected Sasha to go ballistic over his lover being turned over to the ward. Knowing his brother it was a little of both.

Sasha and Isaac went to the room where Pavle directed them to, finding Isaiah awake if not entirely coherent. Isaac was instantly at his side sitting on the bed touching him as if that was the only way to reassure himself that his twin was still alive and well. Sasha approach at a much slower pace allowing a moment to pass for Isaiah to make eye contact with him.

Isaiah’s expression was tinted with despair. He recognized Sasha as his brother’s lover and it was obviously he felt left out. Sasha found himself wondering if that were the cause for his mental crash. Pyotr would undoubtedly unearth the cause and he would talk with his brother about what he was seeing in him as well.

Sasha waved a hand sideways and Isaiah was obediently shifting over without a word from either of them and Sasha slid up on the bed next to Isaiah, taking him by the shoulders and pulled him back to rest against his chest. “It seems neither of you know how to stay out of trouble unless your master is there to keep you from it—” Sasha just started talking out loud, while his hand reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Isaac’s eyes widened with surprise when he saw the collar in Sasha’s hand.

“I didn’t come prepared to collar two lovers, but since you need to be brought under control in the worst way, Isaiah—” he paused so the wounded twin would gather that he was talking to him, while his hands brought the mahogany red leather collar up around his neck. Isaiah’s hand darted up to catch the collar. He twisted it so he could admire the craftsmanship in it.

The buffered dark red color of the leather was gorgeous; it actually looked like mahogany wood. In the center was a heavy brass D ring and it was decorated to each side of the ring, on one side the face from a time piece, on the other a brass cog, quite possibly from the same time piece. Isaiah let it go and Sasha finished the collar’s journey and fastened the brass buckle behind his neck. “So—as I was saying I’ll just have to have another made up for Isaac. This also means I will be setting some ground rules, but we’ll go over them later. But your first one—” Sasha hooked Isaiah’s chin with a finger pulling his head about to look at him. “Rule number one is you will never do this again.” His other hand lifted up Isaiah’s arm to make it clear what he referred to. Isaiah nodded and Sasha curled up and kissed him lightly before releasing his chin.

Isaac was thrilled, tears flooding his eyes and he quickly blanketed over his brother kissing him, one hand stroking over his body and the blanket till it found Sasha then sought out his cock to stroke him as his way of thanking his lover.

“Isaac stop. Let your brother sleep now.” Sasha’s command was soft now and reflected his own weariness. “Come over here, you could use some sleep too.”

Isaac again did as he was told; shifting across the bed till his body weight was on Sasha’s body, keeping one arm and part of a leg draped over his brother as well. Sasha relaxed back into the hospital bed, his arms wrapped around Isaac and the twin he never knew existed. Never in his life did he think he would take on two lovers, but now having the twins in his arms, he couldn’t imagine it being any other way. It just felt damn right to have them both. And as he felt their own bodies relax in a way only a true submissive can, the kind of relaxation that comes when the body and mind completely surrender total control, he knew it was right for them too.

“Guess this means I have to start looking for a bigger apartment.” He whispered aloud, drifting off to sleep.

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“What about their parents? Where were they in all this?”

Sasha blinked a moment when Paris’ question pulled him back to the present. “Yeah— well that part didn’t go over so well. They showed up at the hospital and found me in the bed with both of them and flipped. They went as far as to start berating the boys for being sinful and evil. Every ugly thing you could think of, they said it. I could see the damage they were doing tearing the boys apart right there in front of everyone in the hospital. I had no choice, but to hold them and tell them how much I loved them both and that they weren’t evil for being gay. My brother had to order them out; their parents haven’t spoken to them since.”

“Sasha.” Diesel was suddenly standing over them.

Sasha pulled himself from the conversation blinking several times as before then looked up at the large muscular man. “Is it over?”

“Not yet, but it’s time for you to come and join him.”

Sasha rubbed at his eyes, he felt numb liked he’d fallen asleep a hundred years ago, like the time he had waited in the emergency room that first night after he discovered Isaiah even existed. He pushed off the sofa taking a step to follow Diesel, but stopped, “Patronus, your slave—he’s pretty unnerved by all this. I appreciate all you’ve done for my Isaiah, but I think he needs you too.”

“Go on then, I’ll take care of Paris. Trenton will instruct you on what to do.”

Diesel glanced down at Paris, who didn’t for any part looked unnerved or scared and he couldn’t imagine what it was Sasha was thinking. He squatted down in front of Paris. “Sasha thought you were scared, are you okay?” Giving him the benefit of the doubt that perhaps he did need some reassurance.

Paris’s expression suddenly altered from lusty hunger to a bad rendition of pity. “Would you fuck me if I said I was and only your cock could make me feel better?”

Diesel let out a slight chuckle, “You’re obviously fine.” And pushed back up towering over the man still seated on the floor.

“No I’m not.” But Diesel ignored him turning away, “Can’t I at least get a kiss for being good?”

Diesel turned back to glance at him, “If I did kiss you, it would just feed your conceit that you can keep toping from the bottom.”

“No. I’m certain that I’m just begging from the bottom to be topped by my Patronus.”

“Yet I’m certain you’ll get along fine without it.”

Paris blinked up at him, then rather unexpectedly tossed himself down in a classic Katianna pouting fit. It was so comical that Paris would even dare let lose his own poignancy to attempt such a stunt, had Diesel shaking his head in disbelief and the laughter threatened to take over. He reached up rubbing at his eyes and shook his head some more. “Stop. It’s not going to work.”

Paris surrendered his act instantly, like blowing out a candle and only looked up at Diesel from the floor, “Works for the little mouse.” He lifted a leg, propping it up on the sofa and rubbed his cock through the jeans he wore, trying to put on a display of eye candy to tease Diesel.

“Yeah? You think so? Ask her how well it works for her when we go back downstairs.” And turned to head back to the room, but stopped. “In fact to be more specific, ask her when the last time she got any sex.” Then headed off, leaving a trail of laughing behind him.

Sasha stepped around the corner, Trenton stood at the doorway of the private room waiting for him. He froze just as he spotted his boy through the doorway strung up and hanging in the ropes in a Jacob’s ladder from the ceiling his arms wrapped into bamboo stocks that stretched them out to either side and one leg was hitched and bond up towards his chest, while his other leg barely touched the floor on tiptoes. Even from the doorway Sasha could see the solid red welts on Isaiah’s ass and legs from Trenton’s cane. Even the lines of spilled red wax over his shoulders and back—aside from the heat from the wax, the color would have added more reception to Isaiah’s sensories, minimizing the amount of blood letting needed in the treatment.

A closer look would soon reveal the rows of clothes line clips on his limbs. He knew when he circled around there would be lots more then what he could see from behind him. He took in a long hard breath, drawing back his lips, some part of him wanted to be angry at Dominus for hurting his boy, but then Trenton had done anything but. But it was still hard for Sasha to stomach putting his dear sweet lover through so much.

“Did you find out what drove him into the fit this time?” Sasha kept his eyes on his lover.

“You.”

“Me?” Sasha snapped around to glare at Trenton, “How did I—”

“You sent him to go hang out with friends.” Trenton cut him off right away.

“Yeah, but how did that—” he shook his head it didn’t make sense. Isaiah was doing really good, the night out was suppose to be a reward.

“You know how you told us the boys never got to play as kids, always controlled by their parents—that when they got in collage they didn’t know how to act?”

“Yeah.”

“Same thing here, you sent him off to hang out with friends when he doesn’t know how to just hang out. So he did what they told him to do. When he got drunk, they took advantage of him. Then he got caught in a position that naturally so pissed off his lover. The guilt made him crash.”

Sasha’s head dropped instantly in shame.  “I am such a fool.”

“Why because you love him and want him to have a normal life?”

“Because I thought I could fix everything for him.”

“His parents have eighteen years of damage on you. You can’t undo that—not in two years. Maybe not at all. But next time, baby steps. That is if you ever trust anyone claiming to be a friend again—”

“I’ll be glued to his side.” Sasha filled in the sentence. Not that he was likely to let those guys anywhere near his Isaiah again.

“Come in, he needs you now.” Trenton redirected Sasha’s attention. No more needed to be said between them, Sasha understood now. There was no going back in time for Isaiah, no undoing the past and no lenient mastering for him either.

Sasha took another long breath and stepped in. The sight of his lover as he rounded him nearly knocked the wind back out of his chest. The red welts from the caning were dark red not the usual blush from the Dominus and several turning purple under the skin, these would be tender for more than a day and he could easily spank Isaiah’s behind over the next few days to give him a prime reminder of his pain. But nowhere was the skin broken or bruising and he was grateful for that. All along his front were rows of cloth line pins. At least a dozen on each of his limbs and again across his belly and chest, wherever his skin peaked through the ropes that bound him, there were clips.

Small dribbles of blood ran down his chest from small pricks in the skin where Dominus and Patronus had pierced Isaiah’s flesh. The needles already removed and a healing salve anointed the skin around them. Around his cock was a double leather bound cock ring and a leather cage holding the sounding bar in Isaiah’s urethra. In addition weights had been hung from clips over his nipples and repeated on his scrotum.

“Master.” Isaiah’s head bobbed up and smiled at him, his expression nearly blitzed out of his mind.

“He’s subspacing?” Sasha asked surprised, that he would still be in the stocks if he were.

“No drunk—”

Sasha nodded in understanding, “Endorphins.”

“Yes. So take it slow. He’ll be deep in a zone once you’re finished here. But you’ll have to be strict with him afterwards to have its full effect.”

Sasha stepped in closer to his lover. He kissed his forehead and began to flick the clips from his skin one after another. Isaiah cried out as blood rushed back into the pinched flesh, his cries complicated with moans as the endorphins surged once more. Pain, when given, eventually became a hum in the body. It was the change going into and back out of the restriction that caused the height of the sensation. Sasha felt the adrenalin in his own veins, his lover at his mercy under a spell of pain and exquisite pleasure. He kissed him again his mouth coming over Isaiah’s lips and devoured them with a deep heated kiss. Sasha pulled back and flicked several more clips from Isaiah’s skin and again the young man cried out.

“Oh god what have you done to him?” The three men turned toward the direction of the startled cry and there at the door stood a mortified Paris.  

“Shit! Get him out of here.” Trenton ordered. Diesel was already heading for him, he quickly stepped out just as Trenton slammed the door behind him and he moved for Paris, but Paris was backing up, sliding down the hallway.

“What the hell was that Diesel?” Paris’ finger pointing at the room, now closed off from them.

Diesel closed the gap, grabbing him up in his arms. Paris let out a stream of curses before Diesel could cup his hand over his mouth to silence him and pushed him further back from the room and into a corner. “Paris it’s okay.”

Paris eyes widened to a panic of white over Diesel’s hand shaking his head refusing to be softened at what he saw.

“Paris, look at me.” But the frantic eyes kept darting about looking for a means to escape. “Paris. Look. At. Me.” Diesel’s voice drew in tighter and sterner, finally catching Paris’ attention and Paris finally looked at him locking with his gaze. “I know it looks bad, but we did not hurt him. Delivered pain yes, but he’s not hurt.” Paris shook his head behind his hand refusing to accept it. “I promise you.”

Diesel held him and waited—waited for the surrender of his fear, to trust him to tell the truth. This truly was not Paris’ world. Not only had he not experienced any of it, he’d never even seen any of the darker forms of BDSM play. The real kinks, but then few actually did, bondage was often as far into kink most people went.

He and Trenton didn’t use it for play, but knew it well enough to perform it if needed. It was still a form of control, delivering over-balanced sensations to the body and they had learned that visual sensation heightened everything, so they made it look worse than it actually was, to deliver more without doing more. This way they didn’t push Isaiah’s pain threshold higher. The trick was knowing how to read the body, the small nuances that told when a Sub had what they needed and when they’d had enough.