Unprepared

 

Chapter Five

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How long had it been? It felt like forever since the guy left him in the room. If felt like half an hour had passed. He felt like he was losing his mind, he was alone in this room with this psycho abductor, forcing him to do something and he actually started liking it! He felt so wrong for it. He should not be liking it. He should have been kicking and screaming for help. He should be finding something to be cutting this rope and get his ass outta there!

The lock on the door clicked open again, with four sets of footsteps coming into the room. There were the stilettos, a set of heavy boots, dainty clicking of small heels and perhaps a thicker heel. So he brought people to watch, huh? The smell of leather came near him as he heard a dragging sound on the floor.

A whip. Hoo, boy he was in for it now. The stilettos stopped by him as the Master nudged Ike with the point of his shoe. "I take it you've been a good boy since I've been gone?"

"Yes." Ike said lowly, his head bowed down.

Ike felt the heat of the Master's breath as he leaned in close, the smell"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir." Ike fought his best not to smirk as the Master growled in irritation. "You are supposed  to call me MASTER. Crimson?"

"You got it." Wait, 'Crimson?' That was Red's voice he just heard! Oh how lovely. So Red was in on this too? He had no time to be angry as a crack was heard, and a lash upon his thighs was felt, his voice giving way to a cry of pain. He doubled over teeth gritted as he fought to not sob. The riding crop was a different feeling from this. This didn't feel good at all. But he had to hold out. He had to.

"So! What do you say, Ike? What do you call me?" the Master said, tapping his foot in impatience, the rhythm felt in the floor. No words came out of his mouth out of choice. H e wanted to test his own limits before he broke down and finally gave in. It cracked over his body again, lashing on his chest where rope did not cover it. He gritted his teeth, grunting in pain. He wanted to hear the Master get mad, to see if he could get a rise out of him.

"Say it. Tell me what I am!" the Master yelled, his breath audible as he could almost feel the steam on ike's face. The point of the stiletto made its way under Ike's back, forcing the mercenary to be flipped over onto his stomach. "Say it, or I will have Crimson hurt you more!"

Ike continued to say nothing, feeling that silence was his most powerful weapon yet against all of them. He refused to give in. He wasn't going to give up. Yet it hurt so much as the next lash came across his back, a cry of pain making its way out of his throat.

The Master barked again for Ike to call him 'Master.' He said nothing, he was whipped. Once again, nothing, lash. 

"Say it!" Nothing. Lash.

"Say. It." Nothing. Lash

"SAY IT!" Nothing. Lash.

"SAY! IT!"

"M…!" Too late. Lash. Though Peach and Samus heard it. "We heard him start. Keep going! You almost have him!"

The pain, it was too much. He just wanted it to end. He would only say this one time. This ONE time. That was it.

"What was that?" the Master purred, leaning in close so that he could hear Ike say it. It would be music to his ears!

"Master." Ike said, in the faintest of a whisper he could get.  He kept his head  to this side, cheek pressed against the floor to make it even more muffled.  The mercenary felt the bonds that kept him secured loosening, then he was flipped over with someone sitting on top of him, straddling him. The freedom was brief as he felt a set of lips press against his own, first with force, but relenting with tenderness.

He remembered that taste. He remembered the voice from not too long ago.The soft, shy voice that belied the forcefulness of this…person. The soft voice, that whisper. The taste.They stirred a memory in him. It was a pleasant memory, a pleasurable memory. Him writhing under the mercenary, begging for more. The heat of their bodies steaming up his bedroom. My GOD how his legs locked onto Ike's hips, tightening around his waist. 

And then he pulled him close, their lips crashing together. In that moment, Ike had felt that time had stopped. It surprised him, but it wasn't a moment of disgust. Far from it; he wanted more from him, as he had forced them to kiss.

Force. Of course! The voice, the forcefulness. It was him! Him. Ike chuckled. This was no psycho. This was someone he admitted he wanted more of. The one who made them kiss. The one who made them have such an intimate moment in a fit of lust. He remembered all the love bites he gave him, how he grabbed Ike's ass as he thrust in and out. How they came so close together.

Now it didn't seem so bad calling HIM 'Master.'

Both sets of lips parted, neither of them wanting it to end as the Master lifted up the eye mask from Ike's face. He snapped his fingers, signaling Red to turn on the lights in the room. As both sets of blue eyes met, Ike let a hand rise up, fingers running through dirty blonde locks.

"You are a kinky little thing, aren't you Master?" Ike smirked. "Perhaps there's a lot more to you than you let on."

"Mmmm, that word sounds so nice coming from your lips." the Hylian replied softly, planting another kiss on Ike's lips. "But that doesn't mean I will let you off THAT easy."

"I wouldn't dream of it. I gotta admit…I kinda liked being taken over like that."

Link purred as he pulled a little at Ike's hair, making him look directly into Link's eyes. "Then I may just have to do this more often.