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C'est la vie (shinka-sama x shuichi-kun)

It was nearly one in the afternoon when Damien finally called for Trenton. He stood at the bottom of the stairs on the first floor and yelled up his name. It was very rare for that name to be echoing the halls like that. Punishments were usually dealt with right on the spot...but for this one he had to take a few hours to decide just what sort of lesson Trenton needed to learn. This one, was after all, a new one for him.

Usually Damine was pretty easy with Tren, his crimes were either instigated by Chadrick or very-very petty. Trenton wasn't getting away easy this time. He was going to be seriously hurting for quite a few days to come. Patiently he waited for the boy to accent the double flight of stairs. The boy's and their master were on the third story (The second held a study, library and game room for the boys).
 
Henri had happily been spending his free time in the game room, but at the sound of Master Damien calling for Trent, not to mention, the sound of a clock chiming, he darted rapidly from the room.

Trenton, too, responded quickly, though not as quickly as Henri. Possibly because the blond was on the same floor as Master Damien at the time, but more than likely because he had hesitated -- actually hesitated for the first time since he could remember -- to come when called. In the short time that had passed since breakfast, he had gone through an entire spectrum of emotions. Now dread was the winner, and it showed predominantly in his eyes, when he moved up the stairs to stand in front of his Master.

"Sir." he said blankly, and left it at that. It could be taken as a mark of disrespect, the distance in his voice, but that wasn't what was going through the slave's mind.

Now he knew was not the time for apologies and pleas for mercy. He had done what he had done and there was no erasing it. What was left now was to face the consequences, whatever they might be.

He didn't glance at Henri, though he could practically feel the boy's glance darting from him, to Master Damien, and back again.
 
Damien's back was turned to the stairs, as he waited with his arms crossed. The first set of stairs came, announcing Henri who had been on the second floor...then came a heavier set, Tren's. The master didn't even look at the older, he first turned to Henri. "I told you to be in the dinning room at noon," he reminded. It was now one in the afternoon. "Please go to the kitchens and fetch Chadrick for me. I think you both should witness Thenton's shame..." he said very coldly. Yes, indeed, Damien was very angry with him. But he was much more relaxed than this morning. He was calmer...ready to punish his pet. The sooner it was over the soon her could forgive him.

After the boy ran off he turned to Tren and gave him a pointed look to the direction of the basement. "I'll be expecting you on the floor, stripped and waiting," he informed him coolly. Then proceeded to the dinning room to meet Henri and Chadrick.
 
Henri was horrified. He'd forgotten the order. Quickly he thought of blaming the video game he'd been glued to -- it didn't matter how old it might be, Pac Man was still one of the most addicting things known to man. He took off, calling, "Yes Master." over his shoulder.

Trenton nodded his head. There were no words. He waited until his Master's gaze had gone elsewhere, waited until he had started to walk away at a brisk pace, before he moved from where he stood. Seconds later he was in the basement, feeling the frigid air against his bare skin. He was absolutely naked. Yet somehow he looked unashamed. He wasn't sure how this was, as he knew full well that soon Chadrick and Henri would be there to witness his humiliation, but he was feeling...distant. And determined to rectify his mistakes.

After a second of standing there, feeling the cold floor against his bare feet, Trenton lowered himself down -- slowly. The floor was cement, and so felt icy against his heated skin. He took a breath, wincing, at the uncomfortable position. He wasn't sure whether Master Damien intended him to be on his knees or lying flat. For the moment, he chose his knees, until further instruction was given.

Chadrick was beside himself with glee, though he fought to not let it show too much when Master Damien showed up, soon after Henri had arrived, breathless and explaining. So instead of grinning he wore a look that would have been more appropriate for a funeral. After all, he would be damned if he ended up right there next to Trent, getting a similar treatment, just after escaping it not too long ago. "So uhm...guy really messed up, huh?" he said, mildly.
 
Damien strolled into the dinning room in one fluid motion. His first stop was behind Chadrick. "Indeed, he did..." came the cool replay on the back of his toy's neck. "I suggest you take very careful notes, my pet. Because if I ever catch you repeating this mistake I'll castrate you after a weeks worth of punishment..." he warned. Master's warnings were not something to be taken lightly. Chadrick of all people should know this! "Now open up," he ordered pulling from his pocket a ball gag. "You should think me, I'm helping to further keep yourself out of trouble," he explained waiting for the German teen to respond.
 
"Ahn -- you -- " wouldn't! would you? Chadrcik began to demand; but he quickly bit his tongue, cutting the sound of surprise off before more than that single word could be formed. Memories of the dungeon were still all too fresh in the German's mind. The Master standing over him...and heat, identical in feel to that of Master Damien's breath currently playing out against his nape...the heat. If there was one thing Chadrick hated, it was being taunted. And his latest punishment had included enough of that to last him the month. The year, even.

With surprising compliance, he said, "Of course, Master Damien. Thank you..." Then again, wouldn't even the most stubborn jackass be obedient, in the face of losing part of what made him what he was?

Henri didn't recognize this as bizarre behavior in any form, having only arrived the previous night. He looked between the two older males, his expression one of mild curiosity, a look that didn't change even as he watched the blond open his mouth long enough for the gag to be inserted, and locked in place. He didn't see, nor probably would Master Damien, the fiery intent that passed for a fleeting instant through Chadrick's dark grey eyes.

This isn't over yet, the slave thought, scathingly. Not by a longshot, my friend. My Master!
 
That was something to be marked on the calender...Chadrick obeying and so respectfully? If he was not so angry with Trenton at the moment he he might have cherished ((weird to use...tis my name, lol)) the moment longer. But he took the compliance to be eagerness about the event that would take place below.

Damien never allowed Chadrick to witness Trenton’s punishments (that wasn’t so the other way around), he knew it would be something very hard for the male to swallow. But if he thought it might have been pushing it too far he never would have done it. What he planned to do today was something he’d never use on somebody like Henri that would be pushing over limits. Damien pushed them to their limits but never over, he loved his boys far too much.

After seeing both boys to a simple stool on the sidelines, Damien removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He stood in front of the younger male and used his riding crop from his belt to lift up the other’s chin (news for Henri…it is always hidden way under his jacket). “You no doubtingly felt helpless with Henri’s mouth sealed so sweetly around you, didn’t you,” his voice soft, his blue eyes near black as they gazed on the other. Slowly he coxed him to his feet, allowing long minutes to drag out.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and his hand reached out and grabbed the boy’s sack in his gloved hand. Another horrible blow to Tren…the master was so disgusted with his pet he wouldn’t even touch him with his bare hands. “You know my rules and yet you continued to allow this boy to suck my cock, yes? (not a typo...Damien was refering to that fact that he owned Tren therefore everything about Tren was his) And why, Slave…because you where helpless to stop him?” he demanded (Damien wasn't one to call his boy's slaves either...not unless it was during a really bad punishment, and even then it was only Chadrick that managed to push him THAT far.

His hand tightened and pulled forward, pulling the boy with him…leaving only precious inches between the two. Leaning in he rested his lips to Tren’s ear. “We both know that isn’t true, is it? You could have very well stopped him. Today, Slave…I’m going to show you the true meaning of being helpless,” he growled before biting down on that ear at the same time giving his sack a squeeze.

Okay…so Damien didn’t have as much control over his temper has he originally thought. He couldn’t help it though.
 
Chadrick sat in his chair, somehow managing to look casual with one leg crossed over the other and yet with the gag still in his mouth. His eyes were directed to the middle of the basement. To the center stage, so to speak. It wasn't dark, this time, as in his experience it sometimes was during punishments.

No.

The lights were on, and everything could be seen, clearly. Every inch of Trenton's body, still crouched on the stone ground, exposed. He'd seen him naked, before, though...so why was he feeling as if electrified? As if he could run and run and run and not grow tired, in spite of his weariness before.

The answer came quickly enough; and it was that he had never seen Trenton in this position before, his fellow slave and most hated enemy. There was something that bothered him about it, but even he couldn't pinpoint what that was exactly then.

Meanwhile, Henri sat perched on the edge of his stool, looking uncomfortable in his own skin. He felt bad. Bad, bad, bad. If it weren't for him then he doubted the older man would even be down here. And he'd been nice, last night. Letting him suck him, like that. He'd tasted so good. As if recalling, the blue eyed boy unconsciously licked his lips. Though maybe that was nervousness, or the cool air, which had dried them.

Oh, fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... Trenton wasn't one to lose his cool but he knew he was in trouble the instant he chanced a glance up and caught sight of it. Not the crop -- he'd expected that -- but the gloves. The sight of those hurt more than he thought the crop ever would, and he ducked his head as quickly as he had lifted it, a defensive maneuver quickly thwarted by the sensation of firm leather pressing to his jawline. He lifted his head and his gaze quickly; but didn't make direct eyecontact.

Fuck. Trenton knew he had to bear the questions, though it was painful. "I felt..." he started to respond, his voice strong and smooth as ever. Yet it didn't continue after that. Because he knew he had to tell the truth. And the truth, more than the questions, hurt, hurt like hell. Trenton was on his feet with out barely knowing how he'd gotten there, in spite of the minutes, that dragged and dragged...

Then he felt it, Damien's hand slipping around the tender flesh of his testicles. The fingers weren't warm as they usually were -- their heat blocked off by the material of the gloves, which then felt as cold as the air around them. Trenton breathed inhaled sharply. Slave. The word cut Trenton to the bone, and it showed, in the widening of his eyes.

But he continued to say nothing...the dead silence from him answer enough, right? Inappropriately, he wanted to laugh. Though he knew the option to avoid speaking and just withdraw into some place else would be gone from him soon enough. The hand tightened. His breath hitched. His eyes squeezing shut as he leaned back into the demanding tug, groaning under his breath.

Warm lips to cold ear. They were searing. He wanted to lean into his Master's warmth, yet he knew he had no right, and so wanted to disappear, or else erase the events of last night completely. He shuddered at the memories. Memories that caused a traitorous stiffening about his groin, even as his balls throbbed and his eyes burned behind their lids. Finally, the bite, which caused his quiet groan to shoot up in volume though he quickly stifled it with a hoarsely gasped, "Master." That was it. Nothing else.

Trenton couldn't, wouldn't speak beyond that. If he could help it, stop it at all. Not yet.
 
Damien took a fist full of the young male's hair and shoved him to a twin bed that was used only for punishing purposes. While Trenton lay on his stomach his master bound his hands behind him and gagged him. He didn't have the heart to hear Trenton cry at the moment...if the boy ever did cry. No way would a normal person not be able to resist after so long though. The gag was also a form of discomfort and humiliation, making him helpless to plead or beg.

Next he flipped him over with east. Damien did not look it, average but solid build, but he was strong...especially when angry filled his veins. Trenton's legs were then tired and hoisted up cleverly until only his shoulder blades supported his weight. A very uncomfortable position from the start. His erection would be pointing outward toward their audience, his entrance neatly open and ready for his master.

There was going to be no teasing foreplay. This was a punishment required to bring on the most pain and discomfort and even a painful arousal wouldn't hurt. He made sure there would be no cuming from his pet, a ring tightly secured around the top of his member just below the head. Just for fun...his balls where then tightly bound with a very unforgiving piece of course robe that would burn and itch with every movement.

Now for a few toys to keep that arousal tall and painful...
 
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