A Christmas gift for my dearest SmokingBomber
Content warning: this fic contains elements of BDSM, including bondage, flogging, subspace, and aftercare
"Your safeword, your Majesty?"
"Rose," was King Endymion's breathless reply.
"Good boy," Zoisite crooned, slipping a solid, black ball between his king's teeth and securing the straps behind his head. "Now give me your silent safeword."
Endymion obediently snapped the fingers of his left hand three times, the designated safe code for when he was gagged.
"Excellent." Zoisite circled the spanking bench his king was bent over, testing and tugging each restraint on Endymion's wrists and ankles. He knew they wouldn't give, as the bench had been specially designed for Endymion: an anniversary gift from their Queen.
It had been a difficult week for the king. A collapsed bridge had left over a hundred citizens of Crystal Tokyo injured. Thankfully there were no fatalities, but with Serenity overseas negotiating a treaty with the Americas, the healing responsibilities had been left with Endymion. Every injured citizen had made a full recovery thanks to his healing gift, but it had left the king physically and emotionally drained.
Among his four generals, Zoisite was not who Endymion trusted the most, but he was the one who would push him to that delicious edge he craved. He could fall into subspace and cease to be while Zoisite reaped the pleasures of dominating his king.
The general in question had left his hair unbound, tumbling in auburn waves down to his waist. The black leather jumpsuit he wore hugged every lean muscle corded along his body, and the six-inch stiletto boots provided menacing, atmospheric clacks as he stepped to the front of the bench.
Endymion was naked, save for the restraints, gag, and black blindfold that Zoisite nestled gently over his eyes. He let out a soft moan at the sensory deprivation, allowing himself to fully relax and submit to the man above him.
His general gave a low hum of approval, and his footfalls echoed as he retrieved Endymion's favorite leather flogger from the wall. He gave a light flick, allowing the tails to trickle down the broad plain of the king's exposed back. A devilish grin adorned his face as the other man squirmed beneath the leather.
Without further warning, he withdrew the flogger, then brought it back down with a flick of his wrist. Endymion gave a soft groan, knowing Zoisite was starting easy and would only build from here. The tails were brought down again, again, and again, each time with more force, shooting that delicious, sharp pain through his back and ass. Time ceased to exist as his flesh blazed.
Endymion whimpered around his gag, drool slipping around it and dripping to the dungeon floor. He was flying, he was dying, he was a pathetic mess of submission and he was in blissful peace. His cock hardened with every blow, rubbing against the bench, driving him closer to the edge but never close enough.
Zoisite admired the bright red stripes he had decorated over Endymion's muscular back. A few of the welts were starting to bleed, a sight that had his leather pants tightening around him.
"Has His Majesty had enough?" He purred. Endymion moaned pathetically as Zoisite gently dragged the tails of the flogger down his back, chilling his wounds. He writhed, tugging at his bonds and delighting at the resistance.
His body gave another involuntary shudder as he felt the cool lube painting his hole. He had already prepped himself, not wanting to go through the gentle song and dance of it during the scene. Zoisite eased one finger inside of him, and the second entered swiftly after.
"This beautiful ass is ready for my fat cock, isn't it?" Zoisite mocked. Endymion rocked back and forth, fucking himself on his general's hand to the best of his ability as a third finger was added.
"Hold still!" Zoisite snapped, laying his palm flat on Endymion's lower back and pressing down. The pressure against the welts stilled him into submission, and he hissed as the warmth of Zoi's hand seeped into them.
Zoisite admired the effect he had over his king. He would enjoy and savor every moment of applying salve to the wounds he inflicted. Not that Endymion couldn't heal himself with a snap of his fingers, but a dom should care for their sub in every way, and Zoisite would sooner be flogged by Jadeite than take that aftercare away from his king.
He released his cock from the tight leather and without further warning, sank his head into Endymion's entrance. The king groaned, throaty and wanton, as Zoisite hissed. He seized hold of Endymion's hips, fingers bruising the already delicate skin as he sank another inch and slowly pumped, sinking further into his king with each stroke.
"Gods," Zoisite groaned. "You look so good taking my cock." He punctuated the last word with a forceful thrust, burying himself to the hilt and drinking in Endymion's strangled gasp of pleasure. "You like when I bend you over and fuck you like a helpless little bitch?"
Oh, he very much did. Being tied up and fucked so hard like this; sightless and gagged, he ceased to be king, ceased to be Endymion, even ceased to be Mamoru. It was such a rare moment where he could just exist and let himself be cared for.
His cock was aching at the friction of rubbing up against the bench, and Zoisite changed his angle just slightly to where he was now pounding straight into his prostate. He whined and squirmed, desperate for release, before the other man took his hair in his fist.
"Don't you dare come," Zoisite growled. "You're going to take all of me and you're going to thank me for it when I'm done."
But Endymion couldn't hear him anymore. The sharp tug on his scalp only amplified every other sensation, and he was lost, free falling over the edge as he came with a violent shudder. His arms pulled against the restraints as he felt his release paint his stomach, making a mess of the bench as he rocked back and forth.
Normally Zoisite would punish him for such blatant disobedience, but seeing his king come so thoroughly undone was too intoxicating. He watched as the other man writhed and moaned, not stopping his brutal pounding from behind. Just as Endymion began to still, Zoisite reached beneath them to cup his king's balls, forcing a startled cry out of him and another load of come to shoot from his cock. Zoisite groaned at the display, his own balls tightening.
"Such a slut for me," he teased. "Such a little slut for his general's cock."
He grunted as his own words sent him to completion, spilling his come into his king's ass right where he wanted it. He kept his bruising grip on Endymion's hips as he unloaded, pumping his ecstasy over and over until he was completely spent. It took a conscious effort not to collapse atop his mangled king, the welts criss crossing his skin now glowing an angry red.
Carefully exiting his king and tucking his now limp cock back into his leathers, Zoisite stepped around to kneel before Endymion's panting face. He was still out of it, which was all for the better. He unbuckled the straps of the ballgag and gingerly removed it from Endymion's mouth, a long line of drool cascading to the floor as he did. The king breathed deeply as Zoisite grazed gentle fingers along his temple, peeling away the sweat slicked hair that was plastered to him. He decided to leave the blindfold on. Let his king rest in subspace as long as he needed.
He left his wrists and ankles restrained as well, silently letting him know that they were still in scene. Instead, he uncapped the herbal salve, custom-made by Jupiter, and began delicately tending to Endymion's wounds. The king hissed and attempted to rouse as the cool gel met his skin.
"Shh.." Zoisite soothed, wanting no words between them while he tended to his king. The other man relaxed and settled at the sound of Zoisite's voice.
He watched in awe as the ointment was absorbed into his welts and began the gentle healing process. Endymion would still likely need to sleep on his stomach tonight, but Jupiter's salve was the best there was to offer, and even if he didn't heal himself, he would be back to normal by morning.
Endymion sighed, savoring the cool gel against his searing skin. His breathing evened out and awareness slowly started to creep back into his body.
"Thank you," he rasped, his throat like sandpaper.
Zoisite chuckled behind him. "So you did hear me."
He felt a thin, cotton sheet draped over his body, instantly warming the chill that had settled over him. The straps on his ankles were released, followed by his wrists.
"Don't move too much," Zoisite cautioned. Endymion slowly stretched his aching muscles, not daring to try to lift himself. A moment later, a straw was placed at his lips, and he accepted it, greedily gulping down the water that was served to him.
After a few more minutes of collecting himself, Zoisite eased him to his feet, pulling the blanket tighter around his naked form, and guiding him to the plush bed in the corner of the playroom. When he had settled onto his stomach, Zoisite untied the blindfold and Endymion squinted against the low light of the room.
"Thank you," he repeated, his body feeling heavy.
"It was my pleasure, Your Majesty." Endymion could hear the smile in his general's voice. "The Queen will have arrived back at the palace by now. She's going to put Small Lady to bed and then she'll be here to retrieve you." He placed a gentle hand on Endymion's head. "Until then, rest. You deserve it."
"I owe you one," he mumbled, his lids drooping.
"Can't wait," Zoisite winked.
The comforting sound of Zoisite's clacking heels was the last thing Endymion heard before he was claimed by a heavy, blissful, dreamless sleep.