IMPORTANT (probably): THIS TIME, boys and girls, the next chapter really WILL be the last chapter. No more "ne, ne, continue"s! That got you two more chapters, even though the story was listed as complete, but this time I'm putting my foot down!
Five chapters, and the story will be over! Finished! Kaput! xD So after next chapter, no more begging!
Now enjoy your extended porn. Love you all!
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"You have no idea," says Sebastian, stalking around the kneeling boy on the floor, "how many times I've seen you tied up at the hands of some kidnapper or other and thought of this exact situation."
Ciel's head is following his voice, even though it won't help, due to a leather eyemask blindfold. The boy makes an incoherent noise around the hollow red plastic ball gag that fills his mouth.
"I've no doubt," Sebastian grins, "that you wish you could order me to stop right now. This is probably bringing back annoying memories of adults you hated lusting after you. But as long as I don't ask a yes or no question, you can't nod or shake your head and count it as an order."
Ciel's shoulders slump, as if this is exactly what he'd been banking on. Sebastian's low chuckle sends a shiver through his body that draws attention to what he's 'wearing'. Not the shirt he went to sleep in. He's naked except for ropes, and the little wiggle he performs does not help him figure out how it's tied. It's not the usual scratchy hemp getup he unfortunately had once been familiar with, looped around his torso and cutting into his wrists and ankles, but rather there seem to be lots of knots, creating a web of rope over his body with his legs separate but his wrists together at the middle of his back. The rope is silky and only rubs when he moves.
"I also imagine…or rather, don't need to…" Sebastian snickers, looking at Ciel's bared little limp shaft striped by crimson rope on each side, "that being tied up doesn't really do much for you."
Ciel feels his hair, still mussed from the nap he was abruptly awoken from, get gripped by a gloved hand, and his head is pulled to one side; his cheek is pressed against the hard bulge of his butler's manhood.
"But as you can feel," another quiet chuckle breaks the sentence, "I don't share your problem."
Sebastian releases his hair and continues to circle him, speaking again as if reading his mind. "Yes, little master, you really are the one with the problem here, not me. We're going to have to fix that. I mean, a demon who isn't into bondage?" Sebastian's voice is artfully incredulous, but his amusement seeps through underneath. "I believe you've reached a point where you can handle the training, Ciel."
The footsteps stop, and Ciel shivers as he feels hot breath on his ear. "Besides, you said you'd do…'absolutely anything'…to make up for that little incident you subjected me to last week. If you want to blame anyone for the position you're in now, blame yourself for feeling guilty." True, Sebastian had told him it was in the past, but he had still been wallowing in guilt for a week, trying hard to hide constantly sorrowful glances that infuriated his butler to no end. Apparently, Sebastian had finally gotten sick of it.
A low chuckle snaps him back to the present and makes him squirm. "Now…let's see if I can turn this into a guilty pleasure."
Ciel grunts a vaguely disagreeable sound and tries to swallow around the ball gag. He mostly succeeds, but a little leaks into the hollow gag and he tips his head back to let it run back into his mouth. Before he can manage, Sebastian presses a hand to the back of his head and forces him to aim his face at the floor. The saliva leaks out and runs down his chin, and he scowls, feeling messy.
"You don't need to look up," Sebastian's voice has gone from seductive to that teasing lilt again. "Because you can't see anyway. And if you're worried about drooling like a sloppy mutt, well…that's kind of the point, isn't it? Humiliation?"
There's a sharp barb in the way Sebastian says the word, running underneath the playful tone. More saliva leaks out but Ciel instinctively knows better than to lift his head right now.
"Good boy." Sebastian pats his hair. "Just this once I'll forgive you for acting like a dog. Since you have no other choice."
Ciel huffs out a 'get on with it' sort of sigh that goes through the gag with a wet gurgle. The young demon blushes at the embarrassing noise, and Sebastian laughs.
"Ciel…this is your place, remember?" Sebastian reminds him in a soft voice, a tad soothing, a hint admonishing. Ciel is beginning to get the idea that Sebastian's going to need to really take it out on him before he's truly forgiven for the rape. From what he's gathered of the current situation, he is not going to enjoy it…but he deserves it, and Sebastian needs it. Their relationship is a delicate balance. He tipped it one way. Now it has to be tipped the other way, each side taking a little too much before it can return to equilibrium.
"Socially, you are my master, Ciel." Sebastian continues. "But sexually, this is where you belong." A hand presses on his shoulder, firm, but not hard. "You chose this arrangement when you went to your knees before me, that first time. You chose this. Do not change the rules of your own accord ever again."
Ciel looks up in the direction of Sebastian's voice and makes a distinct "mm-hmm" around the gag. He wants Sebastian to know that he understands, even though he knows Sebastian already knows. He wants to remind him anyway, even though he knows it won't change the punishments, won't get him out of the ropes and the sense deprivers.
It doesn't.
Sebastian squeezes his shoulder a moment in response, and then lets go. "First of all, we can't have this." The older demon presses a foot up against Ciel's shaft, and the boy whimpers. It hurts, a little. Sebastian kneels on the floor next to his little master and kisses the apple of one cheek, above the strap of the gag, as he reaches for the ropes at Ciel's chest. "You must learn to associate bondage with pleasure." Sebastian's fingers manipulate the bright red silk cords back and forth, teasing his tender nipples. After only a moment they start to stiffen. Half a minute and he's squirming, holding his breath in an attempt to keep in his embarrassing noises. Sharp claws pinch his nipples in punishment and he squeaks.
"Don't hold it back, Ciel," Sebastian whispers, half sultry, half venomous. "Moan like a little whore."
Ciel flinches visibly at having his words thrown back in his face, and he bows his head in sorrow, adding a sound of submissive agreement. When Sebastian thumbs his nipples he leans into it, moaning a little louder than what would have come out on its own, to show his obedience. Sebastian kisses his other cheek in appreciation, beneath the strap near the jaw.
Ciel closes his eyes behind the blindfold as he feels Sebastian slide large, soft hands, free of the gloves now, down his torso. They catch the ropes as they pass, and like a skilled puppet master, Sebastian manages to pull them in complicated little ways that rub at the most delicious parts of his body, across his chest, behind his testicles and, he realizes with a jolt, between his ass cheeks. Sebastian tugs again, making the ropes tense and slide against his entrance, and he shudders with a soft keen.
"Good," Sebastian's voice is approving, "you've really come a long way in associating the rest of your body with pleasure. I love watching you get turned on without ever touching your cock."
"Hmmh!" Ciel's huffy retort sounds so pouty that Sebastian laughs.
"Yes, yes, the cock is still the best," he agrees, "but sexual suspense…" He ghosts his hand up the underside of Ciel's half-hard cock, savoring the squirm and the whimper that result. "Ne?"
"Nn!" Comes the angry reply, and Sebastian laughs again.
"The more impatient you are, the more I like to keep you like this, you know."
"NN!"
He gives in a little and rests his hand flat against Ciel's cock, palm against the vein underneath. Ciel emits a sweet whimper and prods against it a couple times until Sebastian wraps his fingers around the shaft.
"Mm…" Ciel shivers and tips his head back in pleasure as Sebastian fists his cock a little roughly, thumbing the slit.
"You're so cute," Sebastian whispers, rubbing the thumb of his free hand against one of Ciel's flushed pink cheeks, savoring the bright color bisected by the black gag strap. He trails that hand down to tug at the ropes again, tickling Ciel's hole with the light friction, and the little penis in his fist twitches. Chuckling softly, he lets go and stands up.
Ciel whimpers needfully, thrusting his hips forward, but cannot make contact because Sebastian is no longer there.
"You see? You are learning to like it. Perhaps…" Sebastian is standing behind him. He turns his head, his pleading expression burning into the inside of the blindfold. "Wouldn't it be delicious if we got some other demons in on this? So you don't know which one is which? We could see if your other senses have heightened enough to pick out when I am the one touching you…"
Sebastian smirks in satisfaction at Ciel's immediate response, the stiff shoulders, the negative grunt, the red cheeks and slowly flagging penis. He kneels behind the boy and nips his earlobe sharply with one fang, enjoying the muffled squeal almost as much as the blood. "Yeah, I didn't like the idea much either," he growls low into Ciel's ear, kissing the healing bite mark only after Ciel makes an ashamed hum of understanding.
He is content to toy with the boy in this punishing fashion. He HAD been ready to put it all behind them, albeit with a bad taste in his mouth, but now…he is rather grateful for Ciel's absurd, un-demon-like guilt. Now he can really get it out of his system. After this…Ciel will be happy again, having taken his punishment and earned, rather than been given, his forgiveness. And he himself won't be bitter anymore, having taken out his anger in a productive fashion, furthering Ciel's depravity. They will be back where they should be.
Reaching a hand around, he uses quick sure strokes to bring Ciel back to hardness. Then he sits indian-style on the floor and rearranges Ciel so that the boy is kneeling over his lap, one knee on the outside of each of his thighs.
Pressing against Ciel's bottom, he silently instructs the boy to thrust against his chest, and then he reaches up, wiping some of the saliva off of Ciel's chin. He uses it to slick himself, instead of fingering Ciel, and after a moment Ciel tilts his head down in what is probably supposed to be a confused look but is entirely concealed by the blindfold and gag. Sebastian smiles.
"Ne, Ciel. Your favorite kind of prep is my tongue, isn't it? But you know, I don't like enjoying that type of prep."
"Hn." Ciel's tone is a little cautious, and mostly resigned. He knows another pointed comment, spoken pleasantly but full of suppressed anger, is coming.
"I mean, it's cute, when you lick me. I like it. But that's not prep, you see. Because I don't bottom to you. And I shouldn't bottom to anyone else either."
"Mm-hm." Ciel bows his head again. Sebastian slides the ropes lining Ciel's crack out over his ass cheeks and then grips his hips hard enough to bruise.
"That's why you're not getting any prep today." Sebastian jerks down, forcing Ciel to sit on his cock. The head slides in quickly. It's rough and tight, and they both groan. Without the convenience of free hands to help guide himself, Ciel leans against Sebastian and rests his forehead on one shoulder, putting control in Sebastian's hands.
"That's right," Sebastian hisses. "You rely on me like this." Ciel hums in distinct agreement and he rewards the boy by holding his hips the whole way, working him down slowly. They stay that way for several long moments: Sebastian strokes Ciel to keep him hard as he adjusts to the sudden thickness in his ass.
"Fuck yourself on me," Sebastian commands, and Ciel slides himself up on shuddering legs before letting himself sink back down. He takes advantage of the control Sebastian has given him for the exact reason he was given it; to start them at a speed he can tolerate.
"You take sexual control only when I give it to you," Sebastian murmurs in a dangerous yet satisfied purr.
"Mm-hm."
"Good." Sebastian kisses a drop of sweat from Ciel's forehead and takes his hips again, adding slow thrusts upward into Ciel's rhythm that make Ciel's head tip back and a long, soft moan filter through the gag. Sebastian can't resist the open expanse of throat, and he leans forward, sliding Ciel down and holding the boy motionless. He grinds a slow burn against Ciel's prostate and scrapes his teeth against Ciel's throat, over the jugular on the right side. A wavering groan meets his ears as he licks at the dribbles of blood that escape the abrasions.
"Pain and pleasure, Ciel. Learn to relish the sensation."
"Nnnnnnn…" The sound is indecisive, and he pulls Ciel up only to slam the boy back down, pegging his sensitized prostate. The loud answering moan turns into a shriek as he sinks his fangs into Ciel's neck, deep, and then sucks on the punctures to help the blood rush out as quickly as possible before it heals. He swallows almost an entire mouthful and grins in ecstasy. Ciel pants against his shoulder, saliva sliding out of the gag and trickling slowly down his back.
"I control sex, and I told you to learn, so you will learn." He retracts his claws and sears blunt nails down Ciel's back, leaving stinging red marks but no blood. Ciel arches hard against his body, and his thrusting motions rub at the little phallus trapped against their stomachs. Ciel moans.
The red streaks down Ciel's back fade almost instantly, but Sebastian knows the stinging ebbs away more slowly. He does it again for good measure, and thrusts up hard into his master, enjoying the way the small body shivers in his embrace.
Ciel is close, so close, and he makes an urgent noise through his gag, because he knows he'll get some kind of punishment if he cums without warning. He regrets it almost instantly when Sebastian pulls out, and chokes out a wet pleading sound.
"No. Not yet." Sebastian says, and shifts Ciel's body with ease, laying the boy tummy-down across his lap.
Ciel wiggles, arms locked behind his back, and lets out a low whine. Sebastian scowls at the doglike noise.
"Ne, Ciel. You know something most people don't like? Having unpleasant things done to their ass against their will."
Ciel understands the barb immediately, but doesn't have time to make an appropriately apologetic sound before Sebastian's hand comes down, hard, on one ass cheek. The position of his tongue against his gag makes his scream come out sounding more like a string of 'n's than 'a's, and he flushes bright red in angry humiliation. He's only ever been spanked once by a maid, for breaking Elizabeth's doll when he was four. Spankings were not sexy. His penis, however, so close to the edge, does not soften.
Smiling down at the shuddering boy, Sebastian strokes the abused cheek gently, watching it turn from milky white to pretty pink to a nice red imprint of his hand. Before it can fade he pokes the other cheek to let Ciel know what's coming, and the boy's whole body stiffens. "Symmetry, you know," he says in a conversational tone, and brings his hand down again. The loud smack is music to his ears; Ciel's answering shriek makes his insides flutter pleasantly.
Ciel follows his outcry with a long, low moan, trying to plead for an end. He understands. He's sorry.
Sebastian does not stop, bringing his hand down on each cheek again in quick repetition, one two one two. The little body in his lap jerks and each little sharp noise is followed by a wet inhaled gurgle. He rests his hand on the small of Ciel's back and strokes slowly, letting the boy try to catch his breath. A silent pause, and then Ciel lets out a burst of air, huffing the saliva out of his gag so he can breathe a little easier.
Sebastian pokes his bottom again with two fingers, both cheeks, but lower than before, close to where his ass meets the back of his thighs. He knows where the hit is coming, and he jerks away as best he can time it, trying to soften the impact. He can't tell if it worked, though, around the pleasure of his cock. Caught between their bodies, it rubs hard against Sebastian's thigh. He's still close, and finds himself slightly grateful for the sharp stinging in his ass, holding him back from cumming.
When Sebastian doesn't strike again he stiffens, fearing that some other disciplinary measure will be added for trying to lessen the pain. The chuckle and soft pat to his hair with Sebastian's free hand make him realize that Sebastian was leading him, making him associate some pleasure with even this. He growls, mostly to himself, for slipping up and appreciating the spanking as an erotic counterbalance.
A moment too late he realizes Sebastian will not take the sound well. The sharp spank, again across the bottom of his ass, has no warning this time, and he shrieks loudly, his hips jerking forward. The rubbing of his cock makes him follow the noise of protest with an involuntary moan of pleasure.
Ciel pants for breath through his nose now; if his mouth was any less blocked for air he'd be snorting like a pig with every inhalation. Saliva runs freely onto the floor, and drops of sweat join it. The inside of his blindfold starts to slowly soak up his tears, yet he scarcely realizes he is crying, because the stinging of his ass is so much greater than the stinging of his eyes. But the combination of pain and pleasure and guilt and complete helplessness makes it almost illogical for him to not be crying.
"Ciel?" Sebastian's voice is deceptively kind.
He moans, almost hopefully.
"Let's drive you over the edge, shall we? Rock your cute little hips. You may cum when you can't take it anymore."
More spanking, then. Ciel fights back a growl, fights to hold still when the next smack impacts his sore bottom. He can't help it, rocking away from the source of the stinging. Pain. Pleasure. He whimpers, annoyed with himself.
"Ciel." Sebastian's voice is lower, a little more urgent.
He moans again, frustrated and hopeless.
"Anything can be erotic, in the right circumstances. Any fetish." Sebastian massages his ass in slow, firm circles. "Pain. Humiliation. Romance. Toys. Bondage. Aromatherapy. Sensory deprivation. Role play. Massage oil. Anything can be erotic. In the right circumstances. And the right circumstances…is just us. You and me. We can do anything, and it will be right, and it can be erotic. Just. Us. Do you understand me?"
"…mm-hmm." Ciel feels the tears slip into the blindfold a little faster. The wet fabric chafes his cheeks a little when he tries to turn his head to Sebastian.
"Every time you learn something new, it takes a little getting used to, and then you realize it's okay, Ciel. So let yourself realize this is erotic too. Do this for me, Ciel."
"…hnnnnn."
The noise is half thoughtful, and half reluctantly acquiescent. But underneath the tone, Sebastian still hears Ciel's wish to please him, and he smiles. Poking Ciel's bottom again to let the boy prepare for the next barrage, he leans close to Ciel's ear. "All of your cheeks are adorable when they're pink."
On cue Ciel blushes and makes an angry growl, and he laughs as he spanks Ciel, hard again right off the bat.
Ciel's cry is pained and breathy, like he's trying to cope, to ground himself and endure it. He shifts his knees a little so that he can move better, and holds his breath so he can hear the near-silent sound of Sebastian's hand flashing toward his ass. He rocks forward, but too hard, his cock too sensitive, and he jerks away from the painfully intense pleasure right back into Sebastian's hand, increasing the impact. His scream makes him realize the gag is making his jaw ache.
"Good," Sebastian soothes, "now fast."
He squeezes his eyes shut and lifts up very slightly on his knees so that his cock doesn't get quite so much friction, presses his face against Sebastian's crotch, and then starts to jerk his hips quickly. His rhythm is not Sebastian's rhythm, and half the smacks are worse for the movement, and half better. The amount of pleasure that escapes through the pain flickers rapidly in intensity and he draws up to the edge again swiftly. In the corner of his mind he registers Sebastian panting, as his cheek, and the strap holding the ball in his mouth, rubs against the man's erection every time his ass is swatted forward.
Ciel thinks he senses Sebastian's body start to tremble for a split second before his orgasm hits and distracts him. Sebastian continues to stimulate his ass as he ejaculates onto Sebastian's leg and the floor, his tears probably leaking through the soaked blindfold to wet Sebastian's hip. As soon as he is done, his butler's pelvis jerks away from his face and, left bent over on his knees, arms still trapped behind his back, he presses his forehead to the floor to steady himself. The hands that clutch his hips are most definitely trembling now, and Sebastian thrusts straight in to the hilt, drawing one final scream from his by-now abused wind pipe as semen is poured into his exhausted body.
After a moment, Sebastian lets out a sated sigh and pulls from his tender ass, tipping him gently onto his side. Even without the whispered command, he just lies still, catching his breath. He is left there for several long minutes.
Then Sebastian's footsteps return to him. The man kneels, and makes him kneel as well. The ropes are undone first with one simple tug, and it makes him feel like he should have been able to escape easily, even though he knows it was probably impossible.
He wraps his arms around his butler, and lets his face be guided up with one finger to his chin.
The blindfold comes off, and a tear immediately slips free of each eye. Sebastian bends to kiss one away, and lick the other. "Don't cry," he murmurs, tender now that the punishment is over, and Ciel clutches him harder.
The gag comes off, and the first thing out of Ciel's mouth is "I love you." The second is a string of "I'm sorry"s, every single one he's been saving up, until Sebastian mutes him with a kiss. When they break he slips in one more whispered "sorry" for good measure, and Sebastian hugs him tight.
"I know," Sebastian answers, and a smile, plus all the forgiveness he needed so badly to earn, is in those two syllables. The older demon picks him up gently and carries him to the bathroom, where a hot bath is waiting.
Ciel expects to be set inside, but when Sebastian gets in and settles him on his lap, he glances up, tired, wary eyes meeting Sebastian's quiet gaze. "Are you done teaching me?" He tries not to whine, but he can't handle more right now.
"There will always be more to teach you." Sebastian's hand drifts into Ciel's hair and strokes slowly, and Ciel tenses at the words, but only for a moment. He can't help but relax under Sebastian's talented fingers.
"Not now," Sebastian reassures with a soft chuckle, "but there will always be more to learn."
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Sebastian practically had bipolar disorder in this chapter lol happy-mad-happy-mad-happy-mad-tender~
But you know what, I'm okay with that. He's done PMS-ing now.