By the time Rin ceased, he'd dropped to his knees, panting. His breath wafted hot on Leaf's welted shoulders. His warm hand hovered only a hair's width above the wounds on Leaf's left hip. Then the Highwayman gave in, pressing his palm to the red, raised flesh. His forehead fell between Leaf's shoulder blades, the sweat stinging. Fingers traveled over the intersecting wheals on Leaf's hamstring. Lips, and then a cool, soft tongue, moved over the tender line stretching from Leaf's neck to his armpit. Nails dug at the glaze of wax, trying for the nipple beneath.
"Rinko, come here now,” Leannan said sternly.
With a gasp Rin withdrew, allowing the still air to chill Leaf's seared body. Master met the robber a few feet from Leaf's astounded eyes. Crumpling forward like a dying flower, Rin knelt at Leannan's feet, his spine so bent that his shoulders almost rested on his knees. “I'm sorry Master, I couldn't resist.” To Leaf the stranger didn't sound sorry; his voice reverberated with a satisfied mischief.
Amusement chimed in Leannan's voice, too, when he said “I'll need more than an apology. I'll need proof of your sincerity."
"Tell me what you'll have me do, old friend. Master."
Before he spoke again, Leannan waved his hand and the clips holding Leaf's hands to the chains opened. The metal bar fell loose and landed on the carpet with a muffled thud. Blood rushed back into Leaf's limbs. He rubbed them to assuage the tingle.
"Stand up,” Leannan ordered Rin. “Take off your armor and clothes."
The Highwayman looked up at the taller man. Rin didn't smile, but his eyes sparkled with delight as he slid his hand over his blue-black spines of hair to remove his goggles. He stood and disrobed slowly, picking open the straps that held his chest and back plates. The armor hit the floor behind him with a heavy thump. His swords and sword belt were placed reverently across the white-draped podium in the center of the platform. The arm and leg guards fell away, and then the platform boots. He peeled the glistening body suit from his golden shoulders the way one might unwrap a fragile treasure. Leaf had to admit his eagerness to see Rin undressed.
But instead of the pleasure of a nude male form, Leaf got the shock of a naked woman. Rin's body was straight and athletic, even boyish, but undeniably female where it mattered. The worry that had plagued him since he'd met the Highwayman (Rin had called herself such) fluttered away, leaving Leaf butterfly-light. He had no doubt that his Master preferred men. Calm, he watched Leannan select a short whip topped with three braided tendrils. It looked like metallic silver leather but wasn't: Leannan said leather smelled like death.
"There,” Leannan said, pointing to a long, low table clothed in white lace. It had been used in temple rituals, hundreds of years ago. “Face down."
Rin hurried to comply, stretching her slender body languidly. With her tiny breasts hidden, she looked for all the world like a beautiful young man. Leaf sat a little straighter to get a better view. Her face rested on her bent elbow, and she winked at the red-head.
Master brought the whip down. It struck Rin's ass, and she exhaled. Leannan teased, tickling the Highwayman's waist with the fringe, for many minutes before beginning to strike her with rhythmic blows. The slave-boy enjoyed the spectacle. He got so few chances to see his Master's beautiful face set with the diamond-hard clarity and focus it now displayed. He'd never observed another person enjoying Leannan's expert ministrations. He wondered if his own face flushed and glistened like Rin's, if his eyes glazed over, if his lips darkened and parted like hers.
By the time Leannan dropped his spindly arm to his side, Rin's ass was as red as Leaf's hair. “Would you like to play with Leaf?” Master asked.
"Yes."
"Would you do anything, anything I ask?"
"Yes."
"Turn over."
She flipped on to her back and stretched her muscular arms over her head. Leannan flogged her mercilessly, a cruel sparkle in his eyes. The whip bit her flat stomach and tiny breasts, even striking her bead-small nipples. Her back arched and lifted off the table. A soft squeal escaped her every time the end of Leannan's whip made contact with her flesh. When Master dropped his tool, the robber woman twisted and leapt from the table as if nothing had happened. Her fingernails scraped over the welts on her belly, and she licked her upper lip.
"Now we play,” she hissed savagely. Leaf shivered like he'd been doused in ice water.
"Leaf, come,” Leannan said. “Undress me."
"Thank you, Master.” Leaf crawled toward Leannan as fast as he could, impeded by the bar between his ankles. He'd been taught just how this task must be performed. He had to molt the skin-tight suit without touching his Master's skin. Clambering unsteadily to his feet, he pinched the zipper and pulled it carefully down, exposing Leannan's body from neck to ass crack. Peeling fastidiously, he revealed first the beautiful arms, then the flawless chest. Before long he'd bunched the strange material around his Master's delicate ankles, and Leannan stepped out of his clothes, saying “Good boy. You may look."
Leaf crawled around to Leannan's front, tripping over the bar and his feet in his fervor. So rarely was he awarded the chance to stare undisturbed at his Master, the most beautiful being he'd ever seen or could imagine, that his eyes lingered on every tiny detail: the swan-like neck, the bumps of bone above the shoulders, the apple-sized biceps and reed-graceful forearms, the smooth chest and waspy waist, the trail of dove-colored hair that led from the belly button to the base of the cock. Leaf thought he'd be content to gaze forever, memorize every pore, but Leannan said “Enough,” and he dropped his eyes. Master rewarded him by patting the top of his head.
Then Leannan dropped to his knees. “Take my cock in your mouth,” he commanded Leaf in a lust-hoarse whisper. The slave toppled forward, catching himself on his palms. His hair fell over Leannan's belly, like maple leaves blanketing a marble slab. “All the way,” Master coached as his long, slim penis penetrated the soft recesses of Leaf's mouth, then throat. “Go slowly. Take your time."
Establishing a heart-beat tempo, Leaf savored the texture of Leannan: stone wrapped in satin. His pulse quickened when his Master tugged at the back of his head. A small spurt of Leannan's clover-tasting come spilled out and was quickly mopped up by the slave-boy's enthusiastic tongue.
"Just the head now,” Leannan said. “Suck hard."
Leaf obeyed, sucking until his cheeks caved in and summoning forth more of his Master's vegetative seed. Then he felt warm hands on his hips. Rin. He'd forgotten again. The idea of her and what she might do made him feel timorous and a little sick. He'd never touched, or been touched, by a woman. Maybe Master would order her to stop.
Only rapid breath came from Leannan's lips, and Rin's fingers grasped Leaf's cheeks, spreading them open. He felt something small and wet glide over his ass hole and realized it was the Highwayman's tongue. The pointy tip circled his puckered opening and delved in. He purred, vibrating his Master's cock in his throat. It felt good, Rin's tongue slipping in and out of him. He liked this, and Leannan had done it to him only twice in the three years he'd belonged to him. Balls contracting, he parted his knees as far as his restraints would allow.
Rin's face drew back an inch. She panted, misting Leaf's crack. One, then two, of her fingers plunged into him. They angled down and found his gland, pressing and forcing a spray of semen from his cock. She wriggled them deeper and rubbed Leaf's prostate, kneading it from inside. Semen trickled on to the floor. He'd have come like a fountain if not for the gold rings choking it back. What she did distracted Leaf so much that he couldn't concentrate on pleasuring Leannan. Luckily his Master circled his hips, driving his ivory dick deep into his slave's willing throat.
"Don't come before me,” he warned Leaf.
Slickery cold flowed over Leaf's crevice. Rin's fingers pulled out only long enough for her to coat them. When they thrust in again, a third had joined, stretching Leaf's opening.
"Leaf, Beautiful,” she breathed, “can you take more?"
"Umm hmm,” he answered.
/> She slowly drew her fingers out, so only the tips remained wrapped in Leaf's tight heat. Then she lined them up, all but her thumb, and said “Are you ready?"
Leaf grunted an affirmative, and she proceeded to drive her hand into him, burying it past the knuckles. In spite of the tearing hurt, Leaf's cock leaked again. His desperation to come drove him to the brink of insanity, fueled by Rin's precise penetration and his Master's quickening thrusts. It felt like the more he needed release, the tighter the gold rings became, impeding him. His frustration brought tears. He couldn't concentrate on pleasing his Master, or how Leannan would want him to respond to Rin's touch. The torrent of semen threatened to tear his balls apart.
Rin's nail skipped across the row of gold gauntlets. Her thumb rubbed the velvety head of Leaf's tormented cock, working the sensitive groove on the underside and moistening him with his own fluids. Pointed nipples brushed his back as she leaned forward, saying “I want you to come for me."
There would be no waiting for Master to give his consent. Rin tapped the prison of gold, and the silk untied itself. The second the contraption fell to the floor, Rin jerked Leaf's glans three times, and he came hard. A seemingly endless amount of come splattered the brown carpet. His muscles spasmed around Rin's hand inside him. Leannan came then, the beloved flavor drawing another spurt of white from Leaf. Just when he thought he was empty, Rin drove her hand another inch in and down, driving out every last drop of semen until Leaf felt completely drained, too drained to swallow all of his Master's seed. It spilled from the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his chin. Eyes heavy, body exhausted, he collapsed onto his belly.
Rin reclined beside him, petting his hair with the utmost relish and gentleness. The face Leaf saw through tired, unfocused eyes belonged to the boy on the couch. The lips were full, the angle of the cheeks feminine, but not enough to appear alien to some one so unused to women. The Highwayman sucked Leaf's bottom lip and mopped his smeared chin, cleaning his face with her tongue until Leannan whispered “Enough."
[Back to Table of Contents]
Chapter Three
Leaf woke up alone the next morning. Hard light poured through the picture windows, bringing their inhabitants to frightening, neon life. Off to Leaf's right, a woman held a baby. A few men and some animals looked on. Leannan had written “Declare that the Great God Pan is dead!” Leaf wondered which of the glass people was Pan.
His head hurt from Master's favorite spirit, and his mouth felt like a fish left out in the sun. He'd been covered with a knitted blanket, and all of his bonds had been removed. The wax had been cleaned from his chest. His jewelry sparkled as if polished. Still, he shivered. His back stung and his bottom was sore. He stood, stiff from sleeping on the floor, and stretched. The temple felt haunted this morning. Every few days, not long after sunrise, Leaf heard distant singing in this room. He wrapped the blanket around his slender shoulders and hurried toward the kitchen for water. Afterwards, he'd be allowed to join Leannan in bed.
Leannan's pearlescent body wasn't under the mint satin sheets in the dagger-windowed room, but Rin's was. She lay on her side, knees curled up against her chest. Her swords sat neatly on a wooden shelf. Leaf didn't know how to behave toward the Highwayman. He didn't belong to Rin and wanted to ask her about Leannan. Would it be proper to question her? He shook her shoulder and she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Where's my Master?"
"Gone, Leaf-kun."
"Where?"
"To do his work.” She dragged her finger over throat as if cutting it from ear to ear.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing. Get into bed."
Accustomed to obeying commands, Leaf spread the blanket over Rin's legs and slipped between the sheets. Two feet of satin separated him from her. Though the past night had been pleasant, Leaf craved the predictable rhythm of his old life, before the Highwayman had intruded. He'd known just what to say and do in every situation. He'd been certain of his Master's feelings for him. Now Leannan had gone on another dangerous mission and the last thing Leaf had done was disobey him, coming for Rin instead of his Master. Was Master out in the Wastes, remembering his boy with animosity? Rin had made him so crazy, made him think of his own pleasure before Leannan's. It was wrong, wrong.
"What's wrong?” she asked, and for a scary second Leaf thought she'd read his thoughts. But then, “There's a melancholy look on your face. Do you like to be held?"
"I like to be held by my Master."
"Your Master entrusted you to me, Leaf. Come here."
Her words were true, so he rolled and lay on his back flush with her arm, stiffly though. Rin wriggled closer to him, her warm skin banishing his chill. Her hand ringed his upper arm and guided him to his side. Then she squashed her chest against his back, bringing a fresh throb to the wounds there. A well-built arm encircled his ribs, and the Highwayman's chin rested across Leaf's collarbone. In spite of his suspicion of Rin, his resentment of her presence in his Master's home and interest, her body felt nice, protective. Tension melting from his muscles, Leaf closed his eyes. Torpor spread through him, promising a few more hours of sleep cocooned in cozy security. He felt content, too content to even be surprised by the source. They slept, their legs braided together, until the light from the blade-shaped windows turned late-day tangerine.
Waking for a second time, Leaf found that he hadn't stirred from Rin's embrace. But he needed to relieve himself, and tried to pry her arm from around him without waking her. He thought he'd succeeded and crept across the room, the stone floor cold against his feet. When he reached the arched door, the swish of the sheets made him turn back.
"Where are you going, Beautiful?” Rin mumbled sleepily.
"Bathroom,” he said. “Rest, Master. I'll bring coffee, if you'd like."
"Mmmmm,” she answered, gathering the covers around her neck.
Leannan could heat water simply by wishing it warm, but Leaf had to build a fire. The generator had run out of fuel; Leaf filled with the familiar dread of replenishing the oil and inspecting the fences. Then he realized Rin could walk the perimeter with him; he wouldn't need to go alone. Overcome with gratitude and relief, Leaf prepared a breakfast of coffee, sliced apples, and some little white cakes from the bakery in the city. He placed everything on a silver tray and returned to the bedroom.
Rin sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, a black satchel open beside her, polishing her sword with a floral oil. When Leaf perched beside her, she returned the weapon to its sheath and laid it on the floor. They ate together and had the coffee.
"Honey!” Rin commented, tasting the drink. “Leannan provides very well for you."
"Yes,” Leaf agreed, feeling a stir of longing for his Master.
She took the mug from between his hands and set it aside, saying “I'm your Master while he's away.” Her hands moved up his wrists and over his arms, petting gently. Then she leaned close whispering “I want you to pleasure me."
Dread made him tremble. He had no idea how to please her, no experience with women. Yet he'd have to comply with her order. Leannan wished it.
Noticing his discomfort, Rin stroked Leaf's back soothingly. “Don't worry, pretty one. I'll teach you what to do. It's not so different. Come here and kiss me."
They faced each other and their lips met. Rin's mouth opened a fraction and drew Leaf's bottom lip inside. Her tongue urged his teeth apart and explored his soft palate. Soon Leaf's panic dissipated, and he kissed Rin back, his tongue twisting around and pressing against hers. Master didn't like kissing. He reserved it as the highest form of reward. Leaf, though, enjoyed the intimacy of the act. Opening his mouth wider and inclining his head, he plunged his tongue deep into Rin's mouth, almost to her throat.
"Good. You see?” Rin breathed, pulling away. She lay back, propping her head on a stack of pillows. Her toned legs fell open gracefully, like blades of grass bending under a light rain. Folds of plum-colored flesh waited beneath a thin trail of dark hair. Her fin
gers slipped between her lips, and she said, “Now kiss me here."
This proposition terrified Leaf. His eyes widened and he began to shake again. But he tried to obey, sitting on his heels between Rin's knees. He didn't know where to place his hands. Whether he rested them on Rin's smooth belly, taut thighs, or small, round ass, it felt wrong.
"Oh Leaf,” Rin said, amused. “Would you be more comfortable restrained?"
"I think I'd like that,” he said, calmed a little by the idea of this familiar thing.
From the bag that sat at the foot of the bed, Rin took a long silk scarf. It was the deep blue of the sky at the first moment of night, and silver dragons twined across it, flowers in their claws. Leaf held out his wrists, and she wrapped an end around each of his hands, securing it in the center with a series of intricate knots. He had about a foot of space, but if he struggled, the bonds tightened.
"It's beautiful,” he said, approving the effect of the deep azure against his porcelain skin.
"I have something else for you then,” Rin said, eyes twinkling. She searched the contents of the bag until she found a red velvet pouch. From inside she took a string of rose-tinged pearls, each the size of a ripe cherry. Dangling them in front of Leaf's green eyes, she said “I stole these from the Dowager Empress of the Han. They're priceless. And look! They match your lovely complexion. Would you like them?"
"Yes!” Leaf said, dazzled by the perfect jewels reflecting the fuchsia light.
"Then lay back on the pillows. Put your legs up."
He obeyed, spreading his thighs and pressing his heels to his ass. His bound hands rested over his belly button. Rin sat beside him and propped a small, jewel-framed mirror between his toes, giving him an ideal view of his balls and pink crack. She popped one of the pearls in her mouth like she would a sweet berry and sucked. Then she removed it and held it just outside Leaf's opening.
"Leaf, watch.” Holding the gem between her thumb and finger, she inserted it into his ass. Then she positioned the next pearl on the string. Leaf's hole was still stretched and swollen from entertaining the Highwayman the previous night. A trace of the lube she'd used remained, and the second bead slipped inside him easily. He observed as she continued, hardening at what he saw: the red ring of his anus opening around each of the treasures and then winking shut on the chain. Seven of the pearls disappeared into the recesses of his body before she finished. They shifted inside him, scraping together. The rest lay in a sparkling line on the sheet.
Phaze Fantasies, Vol. VI Page 11