Warren dropped his arm around Scott's shoulder. The younger man was seething about something. His jaw was clenched. His powers sparkled against his shades. His hands were fisted. "What's up?"
"Logan is driving me insane. I want to rip his lungs out."
Warren wrapped his wing around the younger man, urging him into a hug. "Temper, temper," he chided. Scott stilled. He cocked his head to the side.
"W-warren?" There was fear there in his tone, but also excitement.
"Tell me your sin, and come downstairs," Warren cooed.
"Wrath," Scott whispered, confirming his willingness to be punished. This secret lay at the root of what Charles had initially thought of as an abusive relationship. Xavier had backed down after learning their rules. This small ritual made the difference between abuse and consent.
"Go downstairs and wait for me. Take care of your business. You have one hour."
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"Yes, sir," Scott replied, anger diverted. He tied up his business for the day, cancelled the morning training session and used the bathroom. He ended up in the store-room. He sat in the corner on the straight-backed chair, eyes focused on the wall. He heard the door click shut and the lock engage a moment later. He shivered, knowing he'd dodged a bullet. Warren had control of the door-lock for this room. If Scott had been late, he'd have been stuck in the hall and his punishment would have started there with a spanking. An endless span of time later, the door reopened.
****
Warren set down his toy box and relocked the door. "Strip, slut. Everything. Even your glasses." His slut flinched at the order, but hurried to comply. Scott finished stripping and knelt down, waiting for his next order. "You will be blind because wrath blinds us to truth." Warren taped down Scott's lids, then taped on gauze pads with three strips of duct tape. Security, not look was important right now. Scott touched the tape with a frown. Warren smirked. He let the boy's hands wander for now, he'd lose them soon enough. "You will be deaf, because wrath keeps us from hearing." Warren inserted the swimming plugs carefully. Then, he laid his boy's head in his lap and added a cotton ball which he sealed into place with wax.
"Master, please don't take my ears," the boy begged over and over, nearly sobbing in fear. He didn't say "For thine is the kingdom," or even "thine" or "kingdom" so Warren ignored him. He did the other side, feeling the boy's breath against his crotch.
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Blind and deaf, Scott though the pressure would kill him. His powers danced along his lids and anger boiled up in his veins. How dare his master do this! He lashed out, hearing his own pathetic words only as muffled din. A slap across the mouth sent him sprawling. He shut up. His hands were folded into fists and taped shut before being fastened into what he knew were heavy leather mittens that buckled at his wrists.
****
Warren locked the mittens together with a clip. His slut lay at his feet, shivering, his violent words curbed by the bruise on his cheek. Warren collared him with the severest posture collar he had to teach the boy not to be stiff-necked. He clipped the fists to the collar, giving the boy an attitude of prayer. He pulled his boy to his feet, then folded him over a modified sawhorse. A chain forced him to bed over and straps locked his ankles to the sides. Warren left him there to think.
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Trapped in the darkness of his muffled world, Scott struggled against his bonds. His cock rubbed against the sawhorse's vinyl pad. He knew his ass would be sore in the morning or maybe several mornings depending on his master's whim. He felt the caress of something smooth and wooden. He whimpered, knowing what was coming. The first blow still caught him by surprise, low on his thighs. He cried out, but couldn't hear himself.
****
Warren worked steadily once he hit his rhythm. He left not one speck of white skin on his boy's ass or thighs. The slut stopped crying out, either numb or tired. Warren rubbed the warmed skin gently, enjoying the feel of it. With luck it would bruise neatly. He lubed the boy's hole and shoved his whip handle in for easy access. The slut moaned and wiggled. Warren ignored him. The boy would get reamed, but later.
****
Scott wiggled, trying to get some sort of stimulation from the lash in his ass. He was hot and bothered just from the paddling, but it wasn't enough. His cock was trapped against the sawhorse and it wanted freedom. "Please, master, please let me come," he begged - not sure if his voice were even audible.
****
Warren sipped his iced tea. His slut's begging was beautiful. The words tumbled and jumbled over themselves. Warren smirked. He waited until the words died away. He added stripes across the boy's ass with his whip. He freed the boy form the bench. He led him to his corner and stood him there, letting him stew. With no stimulation and not being able to touch himself, the boy's frantic arousal would fade. He wanted the boy to last a bit longer.
The slut trembled as Warren left him adrift, with no company but his developing bruises and enforced posture. "Please don't leave me alone, Master. Please, don't leave me like this." Warren laughed softly. As if he could leave such a perfect picture of penance.
He set the stage for his slut's next ordeal. He lubed a large butt-plug and set it on top of stool for safe-keeping. He pressed a ball against the softly parted lips. The boy opened to accept the gag, bending his head back since he couldn't lower his chin. The ball settled into place and Warren buckled it on unmercifully tight. He always left marks on his slut's body. If the boy refused anything three times from here on out, Warren would call the game.
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A well of anger rose up as the gag tightened. A gag because I should never speak in anger, Scott assessed. But why so tight? Damn it! I want to talk. Another layer of pressure wrapped around his chin and head, forcing his teeth into the gag and pressing his lips to his teeth. He tried to move away, but he couldn't figure out which way to go.
****
Warren tightened the trainer's straps. There was no way the ball would come out now. He grinned. Deaf, dumb, and blind, his boy would learn acceptance, not anger, as the proper response to frustration. He probed Scott's ass with the tip of the butt-plug. No sound made it past the gag, but Scott flinched forward. He pressed against his master's body. Warren smirked as Scott tried to press further forward and rub their groins together. No, he couldn't let Scott manipulate him that way. But he could use it to manipulate his boy. He stroked the boy's cock as he pressed the plug forward. He stopped when Scott tried to escape the touch. His boy sighed through his nose, and pressed back into the plug. The plug settled home and Warren grinned. He let the boy come, knowing it would only make the restriction that much less enjoyable. Normally, he'd leave the boy on edge. Tonight, he didn't care if he boy came or not.
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Scott leaned against his master for a long moment after he came. His ass burned from the beating. He felt stuffed full to bursting. His ass, his mouth, and his ears were all filled. He ached from the forced posture and the overly tight gag. He was made to sit on a hard stool. He groaned as his ankles were chained to the legs. That meant this would be a long-term position. Rope wrapped around his waist. It was tied brutally tight. Then, there was downward pressure fixing him to the seat. He squirmed, fighting the bonds and the plug shifted. His cock stirred, but Scott knew he wouldn't be able to come again for a long time. He'd just be aroused until he felt like crying. He focused on breathing. It was the only thing left for him to do.
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Warren watched. He would never get tired of seeing his boy writing in his bonds. He stroked his stiff cock. How could people not get off on something like this? His beautiful, dangerous boy was tamed and controlled. He sighed in contentment and settled back in his favorite chair to enjoy the show.
FINIS