Mend My Heart (( |WW| & ^§ Bound §^ ))

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Mend My Heart

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Snow battered the windshield of the old jeep as it barreled along the long road that would lead him home. The wipers cadence thumped softly with the song that poured out softly from the radio. Winter had come quick this year; and he could only be grateful for the schools now releasing the kids back to their families for the holidays. As a Teacher he enjoyed the children and their ever changing faces- but as a singular person he also enjoyed the time for himself -without the constant chaos. A time for solitude and relaxation. That above all else could be the best gift received for the season.

 

Silverton was a moderately large town, but growing steadily thanks to a few new attractions. A large shopping center and world market could be reason for the ever growing increase in new residents. A promised movie theater all the hype in the next years plans and budget. He'd had a few new faces in his class this year, and was happy to see his home town offer shelter to newcomers. When he was growing up the place had been extremely low-populated, so everyone knew each others names and their business. If you were a stranger, well, people knew it. Not so much now.

 

Eren lived a ways out, where the houses were scattered and the farmlands were rich. His family home had once been a farm for wheat, but now due to a change in residency and the times, he'd laid the tractor to rest and let the land flourish back to a natural woodsy habitat. More like overgrown weeds and the start of tree's, but hell it took years for things like to progress. And he was not one for yard work. That's what paying the professionals were for. Even on his budget he could afford to be lazy if it pleased him to do so.

 

With a squeal of brakes he skid to a stop at the circular drive that brought him right up to the main doors of his home. As much as he'd like to park the jeep in the garage, it was a separate building out back- and again he could afford to be lazy. Or rather, had learned to be lazy. With a clunk the door opened and snow rushed in to greet him, swirling around his face as a leather-bound hand grabbed the obsidian cane from the drivers seat. Sliding one leg out, then the other, he sunk the cane into the gravel and eased his way out of the car.

 

Taking a moment to get his bearings, he grabbed his briefcase next and shut the vehicle door; slowly trudging to the steps leaving both footprints and small dots next to them. Carefully thunking up the steps with help from the porch railing, he reached the door; juggling a few things in order to remove his keys and slide the gold one home. With a click it opened and soon he found himself inside, the excited bark of a chocolate lab echoing down the hall. His girl had obviously been napping with her Master gone. Smiling he waited as she galloped towards him, tail batting the air ridiculously fast. He was ready for a hot bath and a warm fire complimented by supper; but first a greeting to his pride and joy.

 

[^§ Bound §^]

The sigh of leather sounded against the silence as he attempted to adjust the impossible position he’d been placed in. Each breath was accompanied by the soft gurgle of spit which slithered through the tiniest of holes; occasionally dribbling down past lips towards chin.

 

His cheek was pressed against the once cold tile which now had long warmed to his body temperature. Everything ached. Every muscle, every joint and especially the knee’s. They always received the brunt of weight for various things; so they above all held most of the pain.

 

There had been hours upon days to think. What else could one do in these circumstances but think? The games he’d played were all boring. He’d counted to the thousands before falling to sleep. He’d tried to listen and identify sounds above. He’d even gone over countless times how many mistakes were made, and what possibly he could have done differently. It was all in the mind- these games. Utterly boring and at one point maddening.

 

Adjusting again he felt the moisture against his abdomen anew, reminded of something that just couldn’t be helped. Humans had needs, and his were no different. Though a silky blindfold covered his vision; his eyes squeezed shut as if another layer of darkness would cover up the things he endured.

 

A sudden sound from above broke his scattered thoughts. The slightest hint of locks being undone before a squeal of a door opened. A few electronic beeps echoed from the wall nearby and the rush of electricity sent the room into a mass of white light. Even though he was blindfolded he could suddenly see lights seep in through the dark material and the beginnings of shapes.

 

Gooseflesh suddenly arose over his body and a ringing sounded unbearably loud. Not able to contain the nerves he moaned softly against the plastic filling his mouth; sending more spit squeezing through the tiny holes. A loud thump began from the top of stairs, knocking each step along with the following footsteps. Another moan parted him, the leather creaking as his body quivered excitedly. His Master was home.

[|WW|]

After feeding his energetic pet he’d loosened the tie, chucked the jacket and unbuttoned the top two notches of his pristine white dress shirt. Getting comfortable was as simple as those few motions. Never mind he still wore the get-up from work- what you wore didn’t matter. It was a state of mind that made you either uncomfortable or in control. Making his way from the kitchen back down the hall, he ventured off to his study; making sure the door was locked behind him. When he left it open his pet hersha had a habit of sneaking downstairs. And that was simply not allowed. One pet up- the other down. Those were the Rules. Rules were meant to keep order. Eren was a man of habit and structure. Rules would be obeyed.

Using a keypad on the wall, he entered the password as a series of numbers before pressing enter. The locks on what appeared to be a closet door slid aside and the door was easily pulled open with an accompanying noise any horror film would envy. He’d have to remember to pick up some more WD-40 soon. That sound had been grating his nerves for a few days now. He’d spent a nice chunk of cash to rebuild this special portion of his home; and be damned if it wasn’t perfect.Gripping his cane tighter he slowly descended the stairs; the extra length in each carefully built step especially made so he didn’t have too many worries about taking a nice neck-breaking tumble down. He’d had enough falls in his life; he sure as hell wasn’t going to make it his dying moment.

Reaching the bottom he set his cane aside; grabbing a small metal device that hug from a hook on the wall. He lowered it and slowly closed it around his left leg, fastening the taunt leather straps at five different intervals until the metal hugged his leg nice and tight from ankle to mid-thigh. He bent his leg a few testing times, the joints of the device moving with him. He’d procured this fascinating thing from a friend; its purpose to take a massive amount of force off of his weak leg so he could move about without the use of his cane. The first time Eren had seen it, he told his friend that even Forest Gump wouldn’t have been caught dead in this shitty thing. But he’d been convinced quickly of it’s usefulness. The daily pain and fatigue would fade; of only for a little while.

For the first time he allowed his sharp green eyes to take in the room. They lowered slowly towards the middle of the white tiled floor; locating his other pet wriggling against the hog-tie position he’d been left in. He could only imagine how sore those lean muscles were right about now. And even more so as it seems the boy had moved from the original spot he’d been put in. Busy busy bee his pet had been. He grinned wide; showing nicely lined teeth with a hint of sharpness to the top two incisors. No, he wasn’t a vampire- they just happened to be a little pointy. Deal with it.

Seeing a fresh dribble of saliva roll down the boys chin accompanied by the squish of a much wetter issue below his naked body, a brow rose and he stepped closer; nudging the tip of his shoe against the bare curve of the boys ass. A muffled moan greeted him sweetly. “Less of a mess today,” his deep baritone voice tauntingly fell down on the ears of the quivering bundle below.

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Hearing his Master’s voice sent a wave of bone-deep anticipation. Feeling the shoe’s sole flatten against his bare bottom made places ache for more pressure. But with the contact brought movement, and movement brought the pain in his body slowly creeping back to life. The leather cuffs shifted the slightest and then squeezed tighter as if to warn their captor not to struggle.

 

He was somehow too stimulated to over-think the mess he’d made on the floor and his own bound body. Another nudge of the shoe teasing down the valley of his ass made his hips roll as if they had a will of their own. Heat spread from his stomach to thighs. The sounds that left his mouth were muffled still, and made their own mess again as the spit escaped over his chin.

 

He’d had enough. One could not possibly stay still and know what they desired was but a touch away. The fact he could not reach out and take hold of the mans shoe and lay kisses over it’s laces was also frustrating. He whined to that very thought, receiving another caress of sole over his behind. No more teasing! Release, release, please release your pet. His thoughts muddled together as they had nowhere to escape.

 

Rayne was no doubt a sight for his Master’s eyes. Bared completely besides the leather that wrapped around wrists, ankles and thighs. His skin was pale; which displayed marks well when they were given and a youthful muscle structure that was earned through constant physical activity. Eyes of brilliant emerald hid behind the blindfold, lined in dark lashes. His body was free of hair, save for his head which brandished a half shaved appearance; the rest of his long brown locks falling loose from the band that had attempted to hold them in place.

 

The foot disappeared after a moment as his skin felt abandoned. The aches that had been building all began to amplify with no other stimulation. The silence was long and not even his well trained ears could pick up any movement besides his own sounds.

[|WW|]

Each nudge of his shoe brought about the most tantalizing responses. The pet wriggled about like a little fish out of water. The slight hint of his pets dirty deeds reached his nostrils and they flared. It smelled of inevitable shame and embarrassment. It bothered him not; though his pet would feel differently; as always. That pride all humans held somewhere buried inside was a hard case to crack, and he liked that challenge. One could use such things for various responses depending on mood.

 

Hungry pools slid over the bared picture, taking in a days worth he’d missed before withdrawing his foot which had been playing taunting little trails along his pets pert little ass. He waited silently, enjoying Rayne’s gurgled moans behind the plastic ball held-fast inside his quirky little mouth.

 

After the appropriate time had passed he leaned down, slowly unhooking the wrist cuffs from the adjoining ankle ones. He hooked his arm around the boys legs offering stability to the weak limbs; knowing as soon as the links were broken, his limbs would extend out of reflex and possibly injure themselves on impact against the hard floor. And there would burning Pain as the blood and joints would come alive after being stationed in one position since morning. He was a sadist, but he was also not a complete asshole. There were ways to inflict pain and ways not too. He preferred the kind they both benefited from.

 

After the links were released, he unhooked the ones that secured the wrists to the thighs; completely freeing all four limbs from being connected in the hog-tie. The links jangled softly as he slowly eased the long limbs downwards, uncurling Rayne’s body until both arms and legs laid twitching against against the cool tile.

The discomfort was obvious in the noises that sputtered out from behind the gag and the streaks of tears that escaped from behind the blindfold. “That’s the way, slowly come back to me,” he whispered all too sweetly; reaching to the silky strip of material he loosened the knot and slid it off giving his pet the blinding gift of sight. Green orbs rolled around behind fluttering lashes before they adjusted and lolled sideways to take in his Master. The storm of emotion that swarmed in those eyes was enough to set his blood humming faster through his veins.

 

The final thing was released. The gag unbuckled only to allow the boy his own way of expelling the foreign object. He waited, still kneeling on his good leg; wanting for the words he expected to hear.

 

[^§ Bound §^]

Each link holding his limbs together were slowly being released. He could feel the secure hold of his Master’s arm, like a warm safety blanket against powerless legs. As his body was slowly eased out of it’s constrained position; the first rush of needles began eating from groin to toes. The pain of his muscles and joints joined together to create a reaction so powerful tears poured from his eyes without so much as a warning. He couldn’t stop the cries rushing from his lungs, met with the object that contorted each sound into a sloppy mess.

 

As soon as his arms slid to the floor, the twitching began. As if each part of his body were attempting to come back to life. His Master’s words were appropriate. It was being brought from one physical and mental state of mind to a completely different one. The changes were hard to explain to someone who’d never been bound or eased into that world between pain and pleasure.

 

The tug at the back of head brought on the soft rustle of silk before is slid away; revealing blinding white light which his lids clamped shut against. His eyes rolled around as if possessed because the stimulus was hard to adjust too at the first few moments. After a few timid peeks from beneath those thin-fleshy shields his gaze crept sideways and took in the knelt form of the man beside him. Allowed to meet his Master’s unwavering stare, he did so- exchanging a look that held a days worth of pent-up emotion.

 

As the gag loosened, his tired tongue numbly tumbled against the plastic holed inside his mouth. He pushed at it over and over until it popped wetly past his lips and tumbled to the floor. The first sound was a sob of happiness before his lips closed and his jaw gave a small pop; having been held open for so long. The sobs continued, though muffled as he allowed himself to slowly revive.

 

Knowing his Master waited, and on bended knee at that, he clumsily inched his upper torso over the cool floor and pressed his cheek to the mans shoelaces; sore lips brushing up against the sock that hid just beneath the pants hem. “W-Welcome home, S-s-sir,” his sobs continued quietly, numb kisses raining over Eren’s foot along with the spit that covered his flushed face. It hurt so much to talk. “I’m sorry, I’m so s-sorry for the m-mess. Please for-forgive me Sir.”

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Eren's mouth twitched as his pet placed his messy face upon the laces of his shoe; feeling the warm breath seep into his sock after a few seconds of lavish attention. Kisses were rained over his exposed ankle; he even detected a hint of tongue. The sobs were slowly becoming further apart, which meant Rayne had managed to calm himself considerably from the state he'd been in just moments before. The boy was becoming better at control, though again it was understood given the position he'd been in all day.

 

Hearing the stuttering words brought not only another twitch but the beginnings of a grin to the Master's mouth. "We'll discuss the mess later." It was not nearly as important as the reason his pet had been tied in this uncomfortable predicament all day.

 

"Do you understand why you were left in this state?" He asked this when the noises from below had quieted a bit more. He waited till those jeweled eyes lifted to his own darker ones. His hand lowered to cup Rayne's chin, his thumb smearing the remains of tears, spit and most likely mucus across the trembling lips beneath it.

 

His free hand reached out, tracing teasing digits over the boy's lower back. The pads of his fingers drew lazy circles down towards the crease of Rayne's lower cheeks. Not receiving a quick enough response his hand went from teasing to the delivering of a stinging smack against the boy's ass. "Answer." He would not repeat himself a 3rd time.