Not every person who came into the Taboso & Co. building was good looking.
But when Ciel received a client who was particularly handsome, Sebastian would sulk and pout for at least a day or two afterwards. It usually earned him a good smack behind the head, a sharp pinch to his ribs, or an hour's long silent treatment from his Master, which in turn always sent Sebastian groveling and sniveling at Ciel's feet. Still, it never failed that good looking and attractive clients grated at the Dungeon Monitor's nerves.
"Your safety word is sapphire?" A forced smile twitched on the corner of Sebastian's shapely mouth as he studied the new creature standing before him. "Are you certain?"
"Yes."
Studying the glossy head of silky gray hair and cool almond-shaped steel blue eyes, the Monitor had a sudden urge to throw a plastic garbage bag around the new client's head and suffocate him. "Very good." He presented a toothy grin filled with malevolence, "Proceed to the chair, I will continue with your instructions."
"Ok."
Lawrence Bluer, age 29, had too much sex.
He had too much sex available to him.
The card for Taboso & Co. Had been mysteriously left in his coat pocket during a summer siesta party at an upscale Central Park penthouse sometime earlier in the month. Moët cocktails and Asian infusion hors d'oeuvres had made for a delicious, and yet mundane, evening. During that time he was in the middle of juggling three women as his bed partners, and even that thrill was slowly ebbing away as he stared out at the glittering city skyline with his drink in his hand. Before he exited the soirée, several young women had approached him. It was quite easy for the wealthy and undeniably handsome man, to find a warm body to share his covers with. In fact, it was far too easy.
He never needed to search for sex.
He never needed to beg for sex.
He never really needed sex.
The playboy who worked only a few hours a day for his father's midtown law firm felt an indescribably deep boredom with life.
At night, in the privacy of his luxury studio apartment, he would strip naked, stare at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and take a razor to his body. He never cut too deep, scars would be troublesome, but he would graze the area around his crotch lightly with the edge of the sharp point and hiss seductively if he nicked his penis and drew blood. It would usually end with jerking off until blood and semen mixed and dripped onto his expensive marble floor.
But was there true satisfaction? No, none at all.
The numerous, and desirable, women he played with tried to keep up with his requests for slappings, spankings, whippings, and bondage, but they failed miserably. It wasn't that they didn't hit hard enough, it was that it seemed so . . . fake.
I need a professional, he sighed inwardly, digging into his coat pocket for his keys. Instead, his hand produced a glossy black card.
When he found the card, he immediately called the number. Being a curious man by nature, he was surprised by the cool and yet lovely female voice on the other line.
"What is this number for?" He demanded.
"What do you desire!" Came the calm response.
At once, he understood what the card was for and a sly smile crept across his face.
"I want someone to treat me like the piece of shit that I am." He crowed, closing his eyes as the sensation of what he just said settled into his groin.
"Come this Wednesday, 9 pm. Bring $5000. In cash. Come alone."
Bluer's eyes shot open as the click of the call being ended echoed in his ear. "Wait!" He cried, wincing at the strain in his pants throbbed dully. Something told him this was what he needed, as crazy as it all sounded, he felt no fear, no trepidation.
He only felt relief.
Dialing back the number, he tapped his fingers against his phone, impatiently waiting for the receiver to pick up.
"What do you want?" The voice had turned suddenly curt.
"Red wax." He breathed, gripping the cell tightly. "Please."
Sebastian watched the Bluer strip down to nothing and perch himself on the edge of Ciel's bed. Unlike some of his other clients, Bluer did not need to be coaxed or cajoled into the room nor into removing his clothing. He knew he was in the presence of someone who dwelled in the realm of masochism, and to say that merely delivering a beating would satisfy said person was too simple minded.
Not all of their clients were masochists; some harbored mild to extreme fetishes while others enjoyed the kinkiest of role play and bondage. In the end, masochists were complicated people who desired more than just physical pain, they needed to be cut down to their very core and built right back up again.
"Do remember that you agreed to allow a voyeur in the room." Sebastian reminded him.
Bluer nodded, "Oh, yes, that's not a problem." Taking a moment to admire the 17th-century Victorian styled bedroom, he cleared his throat to gain Sebastian's attention.
"Are. . . are you the one?" Bluer pointed at Sebastian as his eyes took in the elegant gait of the raven haired man. "I-I've never had a man before."
"No, no, heavens no." Sebastian chuckled, unbuttoning his black jacket and removing it. He slung it over the back of the throne chair and proceeded to peel off his white gloves. "I am Sebastian, the Dungeon Monitor."
"Dungeon monitor?" Bluer frowned, "What would that be?"
"I am my Master's watchdog." Sebastian dropped his gloves onto the small round side table next to the throne. "During your session I shall assist, protect, guide, and provide aftercare to the client."
"So, you are a slave-boy of some sorts." Bluer sneered, giving the tall man a critical once over. "Like that "Gimp" fellow from Pulp Fiction."
Laughing heartedly, Bluer failed to catch the malicious glint in Sebastian's eyes.
"I am no Gimp" He replied in a cool voice.
But I wouldn't mind gouging out those pretty eyes
Rubbing his thighs to remove the chilled feeling in his legs, Bluer glanced about nervously. "So, where is this elusive Master?" He quipped.
"Right here." Quick as a flash of lightning, Sebastian raised his hand and brought it down in one savage back slap against the unsuspecting young man's cheek. His head snapped to the side and he nearly rolled off the bed from the blinding blow to his face. Stars exploded in his eyes as he clutched his burning cheek and laid speechless on his side.
"Get him on the floor."
The child-like voice, built up with an authoritative air and malicious intent, froze Bluer in his place. Before he could turn his head in the direction of that voice, rough hands grabbed him from behind and shoved him face down to the carpeted floor. He grunted as his chest hit first, the wind nearly knocked out of him as he fumbled to escape the iron like grip on his arms.
Within a few seconds, his eyes were covered by a padded blindfold and his hands cuffed behind him by what felt like thin leather straps. His legs were free, but someone was standing between them, using their own legs to spread his wide apart. The Adidas taste of sweet metal filled his mouth and he lapped at the cut on the side of his mouth like a thirsty dog.
Blood.
"What delicacy have I here?"
The voice was sweetness mixed with a worldliness well known to Bluer. He could smell a fragrant body looking over his head, floral scents rolling from the freshly showered skin. It was strange, to be bound and prone helplessly on the floor while some dark angel fluttered above him.
His cock ached to be touched.
"Who's there?!" He gasped, lifting his head slightly.
A small hand raked its fingers through the back of his head, grabbing a tuft of hair and wrenching his head back so that his face and throat were exposed.
"Your master is here." Came the angel's voice, "open your mouth."
Bluer did as he was told and dropped his jaw. The darkness he had been plunged into heightened his awareness of smell and sound and the moment he heard a zipper become undone, the musk of a man's want sifted gently into his nose.
"Stick your tongue out you fucking whore."
Again he obediently lolled his tongue out and waited anxiously.
"What would you like now?" The angel voice daintily snickered.
"Ah, I'm not sure. . . perhaps Sebastian's?"
Bluer flinched, he did not recognize the other voice. This must be the voyeur, he realized.
"But Master-!"
"Very Interesting!"
"I thought so as well!"
"But Master-!"
"Do it, Sebastian! It's an order!"
He could feel someone moving about in front of his face while the grip on his hair tightened. Needles of electric pain pricked at his scalp and it sent shivers down his spine. The thrill of being so exposed, so helpless, so blinded and unaware of what could happen next was causing his dick to thrum with desire.
The entrance of a thick and hard cock slipping into his mouth nearly drove him over the edge.
"M-Master-!"
"Oh yes, that looks lovely, Sebastian!"
"Is it possible, if you don't mind, to push it all the way in?"
"You're a voyeur! Don't be so goddamn polite about it!"
The angel voice sounded irritated, but the heavy panting seemed timed with the now rhythmic thrusting of the hot member in Bluer's mouth. He had never tasted a man, but the salty and tangy flavor of the intimate flesh was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It slid in and out, the sizable girth stretching his lips and gagging him slightly, like a piston revving up a car. He could hardly breath and yet he wanted to suck on it, lap his tongue along the swollen veins and drink the precum which was collecting in the back of his throat.
"You seem to be enjoying this, Sebastian."
"I-hah-I only do-hah-as you order, Master!"
"Right. What next, voyeur?"
"Um, I want you to . . . well . . . " The sound of pages being turned fluttered through the air.
"Hurry up! Out with it! Sebastian's about to come in this fucker's mouth and he's pretty useless after an orgasm!"
"Master!"
"O-Ok! How about, ah, how about you walk on him?"
The thrusting halted.
"Walk on him?"
"Yes! With those heels on!"
"M-Master-!"
"Take your dick out, Sebastian."
The hot member slipped easily from Bluer's mouth and his head was dropped to its side while he gasped at the air. Saliva trickled from the open and spent cavern, the taste of skin still present and laying heavy on the surface of his tongue.
"You are nothing." The sickly sweet voice whispered hotly into his ear. "You think no one knows how lonely you are with your piece of shit life, but we know the truth."
The darkness started to swell in his chest, Bluer felt a pressure boiling up in his heart.
"Here, in the bowels of our world, everyone has a role. You are no different."
The shock of the glass tipped heels pressing against the small of his back was terrifying. Unable to roll onto his side or shake the person off, Bluer clenched his jaw and writhed as the agony of being punctured over and over again trailed up his back. With every step, the diminutive and yet deadly feet cut into his skin, sending trickled of warm blood down his sides.
"Oh, this is exciting!" The voyeur was clearly enjoying himself. Bluer pulled at his restraints, the excitement of being watched was strangely arousing and he wanted to hear more from that voice.
"M-More!" He begged, arching his back as he spoke in a voice strained with lust and agony. "D-Do more!"
Ciel and Spears locked eyes, their amused faces sporting twin smiles. As Sebastian held Ciel by the waist, balancing him atop the quivering mess that was Bluer, the scarlet eyed man scowled. "I refuse to touch him anymore, Master." He muttered.
"You've no right to refuse me!" Ciel bit back, stepping off Blue's back. His black vinyl micro shorts had ridden up the ass a bit and a scoop of vanilla skin peeked out from under the hem. As he pulled the material out and readjusted his shorts, he caught, at side glance, Sebastian hungrily watching him.
"Heel." He commanded softly, pointing to the floor.
Dropping to his knees, Sebastian lowered his head and remained quiet.
Spears sat on the throne holding a small notebook in which he had jotted down notes before arriving. A man of efficiency and one who was practical by nature, the opportunity presented to him was not to be wasted. He had five fetishes to entertain and he was already down to three left.
"Whipping!" Spears beamed, holding up the small notebook and tapping the page with his finger. "I've made notes here on using the crop whip against his buttocks!"
"Did you just say buttocks? Ciel curled his lip in disgust. "Say it properly."
Spears blinked. "Come again?"
Bending over, Ciel grabbed Sebastian by his collar, "Get that pig off the floor and put him over your knees!" He roared in his ear.
Sebastian scrambled to his feet. "Yes, Master!" He cried.
Spears nearly choked on his own breath, watching Sebastian toss Bluer around as if he were a ten cent rag doll. He knew the Monitor was uncommonly strong, however, it was a treat to watch him manhandle a person so easily. Sebastian dutifully pulled Bluer over his lap as he sat on a simply steel chair which was equipped with chains and cuffs attached to the sides and legs. It was usually used for teasing or torturing clients, but today the Monitor himself would be using it.
Bluer gulped audibly, "Yes!" he cried when Sebastian's hands brushed over his bare skin.
"Hold him, Sebastian," Ciel commanded, retrieving a short crop whip from one of his drawers. "Do not let him escape."
Sebastian nodded, "Yes, Master."
Bluer's body was slung over Sebastian's hips, his chest rested against the side of his thigh while his ass was arched into the air. Since he was so tall, his head hung mere inches from the floor.
"Keep that pretty ass still." Ciel cooed, tracing the end of the switch along the crack of his ass. "Now, what did you want me to do?" He craned his neck to catch a glimpse of Spears, who was staring wide-eyed with anticipation. "Say it properly."
Spears shook his head. "I-I already told you-"
"Say it properly."
"Hurt his butt?"
"SAY IT PROPERLY YOU FUCKING MORON!"
"Whip his ass!" Spears shouted, dropping his book onto the floor and wringing his fists in the air. "Whip his ass till he screams like a bitch!"
Sebastian looked startled. "Good God." He exclaimed. "You've turned him into one of us!"
"With pleasure!" Ciel cried happily, lifting his arm up, he landed several sharp snaps against Bluer's pert ass, giving enough force to leave long lines of braised skin but never leaving deep lacerations. The swoosh of the whip cutting through the air gave Bluer only a second to brace himself before the delicious impact of the whip kissed his skin. He reveled in the bolts of pain and, without realizing it, rubbed his erection against Sebastian's leg as his ass was being assaulted. Bluer screamed wearing an ecstatic sweaty face. His voice cracked and broke into laughter and sobs as Ciel relentlessly abused his behind.
"Ciel! It's so. . . so beautiful!" Spears quickly picked up his book and leafed through some more pages with trembling hands. "Wait! I have two more requests! Two more!" He called out.
Ciel dropped the whip and rolled his head from side to side, popping his neck and stretching his weary muscles. "What's next?"
"Hot wax!"
Ciel snapped his fingers "Yes! This pig wanted that as well!"
"Red wax!" Bluer moaned, struggling to get off of Sebastian's lap. "Please, the red wax!"
Already annoyed with having his leg used as a rutting post, Sebastian stood up, holding Bluer under his arm as if he were a sack of laundry and tossed his limp body onto the bed. Brushing his hands as if to rid himself of dirt, he grimaced at the panting mess their client had become. "He raped my leg, Master." He mouthed unhappily.
"Suck it up." Ciel mouthed back.
The preparations for hot wax were a necessity in order for safe play to proceed. Having done hot wax play numerous times before, Ciel practiced caution in order for serious injuries to never occur. As the red wax was heated in a small crock pot stationed on the other side of the room, Sebastian placed a black bed sheet over the surface of the bed and laid Bluer upon it. He had released Bluer's hands only to now shackle them to the wrought iron bed post above his head, and this time, his legs were also shackled and spread-eagled to the posts at the end corners. Their client was bound and still blindfolded, but he seemed not to mind at all.
"While the wax heats up, I'll prepare you," Ciel whispered in Bluer's ear. He had perched himself atop his crotch, grinding his own luscious behind into the strained erection. It delighted the little master to have such a handsome and well-endowed customer beneath him and so he smiled and hummed happily as he lathered up his hands with lavender scented baby oil and proceeded to massage the intoxicating liquid into his client's skin.
The oils would allow the wax to peel off easily, and it provided the customer with some tender loving care before the onslaught of pain came roaring back in. However, he would leave some spots bare in order to rip the wax off and deliver some mouthwatering sensations.
Sebastian stood glowering at the side of the bed, watching with slitted cat eyes as Ciel's nimble fingers kneaded Bluer's impressive muscles.
"Shall I put some here as well?" Ciel purred, pouring oil onto the tip of Bluer's swollen cock. His petite hands worked the shaft roughly, pulling and scraping his nails against the sensitive skin. Bluer hissed and bit his lower lip.
"I want to see you." He spoke lowly.
Ciel stopped his ministrations and looked back at Spears who now had seated himself on the edge of the bed. The man gave a thumbs up and Ciel nodded his agreement.
"So be it." He said, leaning over the man's chest in order to snatch off the blindfold.
The room was dim, but Bluer still had to blink and rapidly flutter his eyes in order to quickly adjust to the scant lighting in the room. What surprised him most was not that the young man straddling him looked like a child of no more than 15, it was the color of Ciel's eyes which took his breath away.
"Sapphire." He whispered.
"Well, that ends it! Come, Master! Off you go!" Sebastian dropped the bottle of oil he had been holding and reached out to grab Ciel off of Bluer. "It was well done as usual, but it is a pity it had to end so soon!" He rambled.
"What?! What the fuck are you doing?!" Ciel slapped Sebastian's hands away, clamping his legs around Bluer's hips. "Get away!"
"He said the safe word!" Sebastian insisted, pulling at his master's arms. "He said sapphire!"
Bluer shook his head frantically. "No!" He shouted. "I-I didn't! I swear! I didn't mean that!"
"What a shame!" Spears complained loudly, frustrated and annoyed, he closed his book and nearly tossed it across the room "And I was so looking forward to the hot wax play!"
"I was just talking about his eyes!" Bluer shouted, wildly pulling at all four of his restraints, nearly bucking Ciel right off of him. "Don't do this to me! Please! I was just talking about his eyes! His eyes!"
Sebastian narrowed his eyes, "I think not." He responded in a clipped tone.
Swatting his hands from his arms, Ciel shoved Sebastian away from his side. "Enough! He didn't mean it!" He yelled. Looking down at the twisted face of his client, he noticed how hard the man was staring at him. "You like the color blue, don't you. . . " He trailed off, peering over his shoulder at the small pot filled with red wax. "But you specifically asked for red wax."
"Red is different . . . red . . . it makes me come." He whispered hotly. "When I see red . . . I want to come."
Ciel motioned for Sebastian to retrieve the pot of wax. "It feels good, doesn't it? To bleed, to run that red all over your body, hm?" The bluenette took purchase of a silver palm-sized ladle from the bowl and scooped up a generous amount of bright cherry tinted wax. "So let's burn this bitch into you." He sneered, his eyes twinkling with deviance. "Let's paint this pretty white canvas a nice shade of fuck me red!"
Bluer threw his head back into the pillow the moment the hot wax pooled onto the middle of his chest. Using the bottom of the ladle, Ciel swirled the heated mixture and traced it around his nipple, taking time to prod the nubs with the hardening wax. Another helping sizzled down the long expanse of his abdomen until it was drizzled slowly over his cock. Ciel did not go near the area where a nest of pubic hair would have made for an interesting "manscaping" ordeal, but he did allow the hot liquid to pool over his tight sac and trickle near his anus.
Bluer huffed loudly, gawking at the sensuous sight of the angel like demon pouring red wax all over his body. "You-You are. . . beautiful!" He gasped, swallowing hard when another helping of wax was poured on the thigh. "I've. . . I've never seen anyone. . . like you!"
"Oh, his look is quite common." Sebastian retorted.
"Shut it!" Ciel pulled at a piece of wax which had dropped onto unprepared skin and watched with excitement as Bluer winced from the pain. "My looks are far from common!"
"May we go on to my final request?" Spears asked, rifling through his notebook. "This one is quite interesting!"
Ciel handed the bowl of wax back to Sebastian and began peeling off the wax from Bluer's body with not a hint of tenderness. "Fire away!" He called out gleefully as Bluer yelped with every pull
Spears pushed his glasses up his nose and read from his book. "The Dom must kiss the Sub."
The crash of the bowl hitting the floor nearly caused everyone in the room to jump clear out of their skin. Ciel stared at Sebastian, who stood motionless and mute with an overturned bowl of wax at his feet.
"Kiss?" Sebastian whispered, his dark red eyes staring dumbly at Spears. "Master kissing the client?"
"Yes! You see, it is quite taboo!" Spears smiled, snapping his book shut. "I researched the role of the Dom and I found it quite interesting how they rarely kiss the Sub! Perhaps this is an area not counted as usual nor normal in your world and so I want to push the envelope and request that Ciel kiss this man!".
Bluer nudged Ciel with his crotch, "If you kiss me, can you bite my tongue?" He asked hopefully.
At a total loss of words, Ciel had no idea what to do. On one hand he had been paid extra by William to submit to his five orders, on the other hand, Ciel had never kissed another person in his life.
Except for Sebastian.
And what did that say about him? He was The Master, a being of power and seduction, of pain and pleasure! There was no way he could lay his lips on just anyone! And kissing was just so much more intimate than even impaling oneself atop some stranger's dick! Kissing meant tenderness, vulnerability, adoration, erotic trust and fulfillment.
And in all his youthful years, only Sebastian was allowed that privilege.
"No." He stated simply, hauling himself off of the bound client, "I will not kiss him."
"But why?!" Spears questioned, "I-I made a request-!"
"I will not kiss him." Ciel felt a rush of blood color the apples of his cheeks the moment he felt a pair of garnet eyes lay heavy against him. His dark blue eyes shyly stole a sideways glance at his partner and the heady lull of bashfulness made his stomach flip flop. Sebastian dared a soft snort as he adjusted his collar and turned his face away from his blushing master.
"So cruel!" Bluer's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body began to convulse violently. His pelvis jutted up and down, the bed shaking from his wild reactions until suddenly, a stream of white hot cum spurted out from his pulsing erection.
"AAHHHHH!" He howled, thrusting his body into the air until blood seeped from his bound wrists and ankles. The three men in the room watched, wide-eyed and astounded, at what was possibly the most painful orgasm they had ever witnessed.
"Amazing!" Spears breathed, jotting down more notes into his book. "Simply amazing! Rejection seemed to be the strongest stimulant tonight!"
Bluer moaned loudly as wave after wave of euphoria rolled over his trembling body. "This . . . this . . . this is what it . . . really feels like . . . aaaahhhhhhhhh." His face burned bright from the orgasmic glow and he continued to pant and stare at the ceiling in shock and awe.
Ciel stood next to Sebastian, his eyes fixed on the now quivering pile of man on his bed. "You're going to have quite a time cleaning all of this up tonight." He muttered.
"This was well worth it," Sebastian smirked, arrogantly tilting his chin up. "I have been restored both emotionally and mentally."
"What nonsense are you talking about, fucking idiot!" Ciel snapped, looking up at the smug faced man. "How are you restored?"
"My Master will have no one but me." Sebastian leaned down until his lips were hovering directly above Ciel's mouth. "Only I may taste what is truly you, my Master, my Ciel."