Kinbaku-Bi {Beautiful Bondage}
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,201
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
SMACK…
“Ahh!”
SMACK…
The sounds of his muffled whimpers and strained groans deafen me as my hand swings forward again, swiftly contacting the reddened flesh of my newest assistant. I never thought it would come to this…again.
SMACK!
He cries out once more. A single tear slides down his flushed cheek. He gazes back at me over his shoulder, a look of fear and submission blazes in his eyes. I smile down at him cruelly, narrowing my jade eyes to mere slits as my hand clashes with his exposed backside, bent over my cherry wood desk.
SMACK!
His flesh is almost as red as my hair. I admire the perfect print of my palm forming against his pale skin and the quivering of his body with each strike. I feel my hand begin to tingle and numb slightly from the series of spankings.
SMACK!
At the moment my heart begins to pound beyond my control and a light sweat forms across my furrowed brow, I stop. I must maintain control of this situation. I cannot let it get out of hand…again.
I stand and straighten myself slowly, rolling down the sleeve of my white collared shirt and adjusting my red silk tie. Clearing my throat, I make my way back to my seat, watching my assistant’s expression with every step.
He remains in an awkward position bent over my desk and carefully raises his eyes to mine. I fold my hands over the top of my desk, exploring the feeling of my stinging fingers. His eyes are brimming with tears as he reaches behind him and pulls his black slacks over his sore and throbbing backside.
I clear my throat and make it a point to ignore his pleading stare by arranging the papers on my desk and the neatly organized row of red pens nearby.
“That will be all Demyx…I’ll have my coffee now…Got it memorized?”
My assistant quickly wipes his tears away and scuttles out of my office, limping slightly from the beating.
“Ye…Yes…Axel…sir…” he whimpers slightly as the door clicks shut behind him.
You know, I can’t even recall how many assistants I have had since I opened my own office. I’m a lawyer. I never thought I would come into this profession but it happened and here I am, cutting throats (legally) and bending my assistants over my desk. I guess I became a lawyer because when I was growing up, I always knew that I could talk my way out of or into anything. It’s always been that way so why not make money off of it?
Like most people, I have urges, desires and well, fetishes that need satisfying. I have just recently escaped from a relationship that I thought I could express these needs of mine but it turned out all wrong.
(flashback)
“Ah…Riku…”
My lover stands over me smiling as I lay before him, arms bound around my back and my cock weeping for release.
He glares at me in disgust and seeks to sooth my pain by reaching for a nearby candle and slowly pouring the boiling wax over my exposed erection.
“Riku!…No!…Stop!!!”
My cries go unanswered as he has his way with me repeatedly, every night…
(end flashback)
I shudder slightly at the thought of never having the control I so desired. It’s not that way anymore. I am in control of it all now and needless to say, lacking the presence of that cruel master, Riku.
“Axel…sir…”
Demyx’s meek voice pierces through my inner thoughts and I glare at him, annoyed. My eyes immediately brighten as he hands me my coffee. I lose myself in my daydreams once again as I take a long sip of the steaming liquid. He knows exactly how I like my coffee, sweet and hot.
I hired Demyx not long ago actually. He seemed perfect for the job. He is diligent, eager to please and most of all, he makes the most heavenly sounds when being beaten, almost like music to my ears…
Wait… What am I thinking?
It’s on the verge of going out of control again. I can feel it. He smiles at me weakly, his bright blue eyes shining behind strands of dirty blonde falling down from his mohawk styled hair. My heart begins to pound in my chest again and that rising feeling hits me.
“Get out!”
My shout seems to startle him and he rushes out of my office. I shrug my shoulders and stare down at my paperwork, the words jumbling together as my thoughts wander back to my assistant, so eager to please…me.
Something inside me always gets in the way just when things seem to be going perfect. It seems like every time I hire a new assistant, something like this happens.
My thirst…my unquenched desires boil over and cloud my mind of all logical thoughts. This is usually when my assistants end up bent over my desk, either weeping, running away frightened or attempting to hit me back. None of them ever last long…I have to break it off before it becomes too much, for us both. I guess this is why I never take the help wanted add out of the local newspaper. I never know when I’m going to need a new one.
I even hired a paralegal, named Sora, to work at the office with me, in hopes of maintaining a professional atmosphere inside my deviant world. My insatiable needs have yet to graze his attention but that is how it should be, with all of them. Not to mention, he doesn’t have a clue about what goes on behind closed doors here, even when my assistants cry out and run screaming from the building.
When I’m alone, I distract myself with the delicate care of my orchids. The most elegant and beautiful thing on the face of the earth, thriving beneath my touch. I only collect them in the brightest of reds, oranges and whites…like miniature flames burning into the fertile soil.
I tilt my head slightly and examine every petal of my precious flowers. Why is it that these are the only things of beauty that my hands do not wish to overpower?
My thoughts wander again to Demyx and I sigh lightly, letting impure images ravish my brain, causing me to grip the forceps in my fingers (I was using to pluck single imperfect traits off the plant) tightly enough to bruise and remove a petal from one of the orchids.
I widen my eyes in anger and stomp to my desk, plopping into the seat like a pouting child, grinding my teeth. It’s like a fire is burning furiously inside of me. It’s gotten to be too much. It has to end…now! I press the call button on my phone and demand for Demyx’s presence.
A few minutes later, the door to my office creaks open and his innocent face peeks through, followed by the rest of him into the room.
“You wanted to see me?” He asks nervously, swallowing hard as he shoves a pair of headphones into his pocket.
“Yes…I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go Demyx.” I get straight to the point and begin writing him his last paycheck, a finalizing of this…situation.
“What? Did I do something wrong? I uh…” He stammers in response, obviously completely confused at my statement.
I suppose it’s for good reason. I mean, I was just spanking him over my desk not long ago but really, what’s what started this whole thing.
I hand him the check, offering him more than what I really owe him but there’s nothing wrong with adding on a little hush money I suppose.
He looks at it confusingly and suddenly begins to cry. “But sir…I..”
“Get out…” I almost whisper to him, holding back the screaming in my brain. I just want him to go before I lose control.
He then breaks down and rushes from my office, angry and confused. I sigh to myself and push a few stray red strands from my face, stroking my temple slowly with one hand while the other flicks a switch on my desk.
Outside, a sign brightens against the pouring rain, reading Help Wanted.
To Be Continued...
“Ahh!”
SMACK…
The sounds of his muffled whimpers and strained groans deafen me as my hand swings forward again, swiftly contacting the reddened flesh of my newest assistant. I never thought it would come to this…again.
SMACK!
He cries out once more. A single tear slides down his flushed cheek. He gazes back at me over his shoulder, a look of fear and submission blazes in his eyes. I smile down at him cruelly, narrowing my jade eyes to mere slits as my hand clashes with his exposed backside, bent over my cherry wood desk.
SMACK!
His flesh is almost as red as my hair. I admire the perfect print of my palm forming against his pale skin and the quivering of his body with each strike. I feel my hand begin to tingle and numb slightly from the series of spankings.
SMACK!
At the moment my heart begins to pound beyond my control and a light sweat forms across my furrowed brow, I stop. I must maintain control of this situation. I cannot let it get out of hand…again.
I stand and straighten myself slowly, rolling down the sleeve of my white collared shirt and adjusting my red silk tie. Clearing my throat, I make my way back to my seat, watching my assistant’s expression with every step.
He remains in an awkward position bent over my desk and carefully raises his eyes to mine. I fold my hands over the top of my desk, exploring the feeling of my stinging fingers. His eyes are brimming with tears as he reaches behind him and pulls his black slacks over his sore and throbbing backside.
I clear my throat and make it a point to ignore his pleading stare by arranging the papers on my desk and the neatly organized row of red pens nearby.
“That will be all Demyx…I’ll have my coffee now…Got it memorized?”
My assistant quickly wipes his tears away and scuttles out of my office, limping slightly from the beating.
“Ye…Yes…Axel…sir…” he whimpers slightly as the door clicks shut behind him.
You know, I can’t even recall how many assistants I have had since I opened my own office. I’m a lawyer. I never thought I would come into this profession but it happened and here I am, cutting throats (legally) and bending my assistants over my desk. I guess I became a lawyer because when I was growing up, I always knew that I could talk my way out of or into anything. It’s always been that way so why not make money off of it?
Like most people, I have urges, desires and well, fetishes that need satisfying. I have just recently escaped from a relationship that I thought I could express these needs of mine but it turned out all wrong.
(flashback)
“Ah…Riku…”
My lover stands over me smiling as I lay before him, arms bound around my back and my cock weeping for release.
He glares at me in disgust and seeks to sooth my pain by reaching for a nearby candle and slowly pouring the boiling wax over my exposed erection.
“Riku!…No!…Stop!!!”
My cries go unanswered as he has his way with me repeatedly, every night…
(end flashback)
I shudder slightly at the thought of never having the control I so desired. It’s not that way anymore. I am in control of it all now and needless to say, lacking the presence of that cruel master, Riku.
“Axel…sir…”
Demyx’s meek voice pierces through my inner thoughts and I glare at him, annoyed. My eyes immediately brighten as he hands me my coffee. I lose myself in my daydreams once again as I take a long sip of the steaming liquid. He knows exactly how I like my coffee, sweet and hot.
I hired Demyx not long ago actually. He seemed perfect for the job. He is diligent, eager to please and most of all, he makes the most heavenly sounds when being beaten, almost like music to my ears…
Wait… What am I thinking?
It’s on the verge of going out of control again. I can feel it. He smiles at me weakly, his bright blue eyes shining behind strands of dirty blonde falling down from his mohawk styled hair. My heart begins to pound in my chest again and that rising feeling hits me.
“Get out!”
My shout seems to startle him and he rushes out of my office. I shrug my shoulders and stare down at my paperwork, the words jumbling together as my thoughts wander back to my assistant, so eager to please…me.
Something inside me always gets in the way just when things seem to be going perfect. It seems like every time I hire a new assistant, something like this happens.
My thirst…my unquenched desires boil over and cloud my mind of all logical thoughts. This is usually when my assistants end up bent over my desk, either weeping, running away frightened or attempting to hit me back. None of them ever last long…I have to break it off before it becomes too much, for us both. I guess this is why I never take the help wanted add out of the local newspaper. I never know when I’m going to need a new one.
I even hired a paralegal, named Sora, to work at the office with me, in hopes of maintaining a professional atmosphere inside my deviant world. My insatiable needs have yet to graze his attention but that is how it should be, with all of them. Not to mention, he doesn’t have a clue about what goes on behind closed doors here, even when my assistants cry out and run screaming from the building.
When I’m alone, I distract myself with the delicate care of my orchids. The most elegant and beautiful thing on the face of the earth, thriving beneath my touch. I only collect them in the brightest of reds, oranges and whites…like miniature flames burning into the fertile soil.
I tilt my head slightly and examine every petal of my precious flowers. Why is it that these are the only things of beauty that my hands do not wish to overpower?
My thoughts wander again to Demyx and I sigh lightly, letting impure images ravish my brain, causing me to grip the forceps in my fingers (I was using to pluck single imperfect traits off the plant) tightly enough to bruise and remove a petal from one of the orchids.
I widen my eyes in anger and stomp to my desk, plopping into the seat like a pouting child, grinding my teeth. It’s like a fire is burning furiously inside of me. It’s gotten to be too much. It has to end…now! I press the call button on my phone and demand for Demyx’s presence.
A few minutes later, the door to my office creaks open and his innocent face peeks through, followed by the rest of him into the room.
“You wanted to see me?” He asks nervously, swallowing hard as he shoves a pair of headphones into his pocket.
“Yes…I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go Demyx.” I get straight to the point and begin writing him his last paycheck, a finalizing of this…situation.
“What? Did I do something wrong? I uh…” He stammers in response, obviously completely confused at my statement.
I suppose it’s for good reason. I mean, I was just spanking him over my desk not long ago but really, what’s what started this whole thing.
I hand him the check, offering him more than what I really owe him but there’s nothing wrong with adding on a little hush money I suppose.
He looks at it confusingly and suddenly begins to cry. “But sir…I..”
“Get out…” I almost whisper to him, holding back the screaming in my brain. I just want him to go before I lose control.
He then breaks down and rushes from my office, angry and confused. I sigh to myself and push a few stray red strands from my face, stroking my temple slowly with one hand while the other flicks a switch on my desk.
Outside, a sign brightens against the pouring rain, reading Help Wanted.
To Be Continued...