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Yes, Sir	By : ObsidianButterfly Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 2459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I simply play with the characters occasionally. I am in no way affiliated with Assassins Creed or any of the characters and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Yes, Sir
- 2-Chapter 2: to the bedroom
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As before, I own nothing and make no profit from my smutty ramblings, I only like to play with the Assassins creed characters. BDSM, hurt, anal, slash etc all as before.

Chapter 2

‘Go upstairs to my bedroom, the Second door on the left and deposit yourself on the bed. Do not do anything until I come up there,’ Haytham Kenway said sternly.
Charles Lee noted Master Kenway wasn’t even looking at him; he was more concerned with straightening out the creases in his shirts sleeves. The Grandmaster turned a penetrating blue gaze to Charles’s green one. He gave a small smile before reaching out to grab Lee’s cock.
‘Remember I said you do nothing until I get there, that includes touching yourself in any way. Clear?
‘Yes Sir’.
Charles cursed the quaver in his voice. He sounded so weak but he didn’t want to risk another painful whip, or worse, Sir abandoning him and deciding this game was over.
‘Remove the rest of your clothes before going’ the older Templar threw over his shoulder as he turned to walk behind his desk.
Lee turned to look at the man’s retreating back, then down to his own dishevelled appearance. He quickly removed his shirt, boots and breeches, discarding them across Haytham's desk chair before standing nude before his mentor. Haytham who gave him an appraising look up and down, a blush crept across Lee’s cheeks at the intense, heated gaze before the Grandmaster nodded, clearly indicating that the man before him was dismissed.
Charles turned and headed out the Grandmasters study before heading up the stairs and locating the room that was mentioned. As he entered he saw the comfortable surroundings. The room was neat, orderly, precise, much like the Templar leader himself he thought.
The bed sat against the far wall, it was a large dark-wood four poster bed. Deep green drapes with faint gold embroidery hung upon hit, hiding part of the bed from view. As he crossed the room and climbed onto the mattress he sunk into the soft bedding. Charles crawled across the covers, sliding along heavy cotton bedding that was a much deeper green than the drapes with crisp white sheets underneath.
The room was warm and after the exertions from downstairs Charles did not feel the need to climb under the covers just yet. He noticed an odd, out of place object at the foot of the bed. It was a throw. Some sort of fur by the looks of it. On closer examination Lee thought it probably wolf pelt.
He scowled slightly. It must be a gift, or perhaps a reminder. That native woman Sir had been so taken with. A pang of angry jealousy threatened to overtake him and he was tempted to throw the offending object on the floor…or into the hearth fire at the opposite wall that contained a low flame crackling merrily. Charles decided against it, it was not his item and this was not his home. The Grandmaster may not take kindly to him destroying his possessions.
The younger Templar sat on the bed wondering what to do and not seeming able to stay still. He tried positioning himself comfortably, propped against the headboard with a few pillow. He stretched long, lean legs out in front of him, crossing at the ankles and trying to portray a nonchalant ease for when Haytham to him. Charles kept glancing at the door every few moments expecting the Grandmaster to walk in but he heard nothing. No sound of approaching footsteps down the hall.
Charles became impatient. Sitting doing nothing was never one of his strong suits and after the evenings events he was more than ready for further playing.
Time dragged on. Charles though he must have been waiting for an hour. He contemplated getting up again and going in search of the Grandmaster but part of his mind was running over Sir’s words. He wasn’t to move or do anything.
Was this another test or had Haytham changed his mind? Was he even still in the house? Charles was sure he would have heard the door opening if he had left. Why was he not coming up? Was he waiting it out to see if Charles would go looking for him? Would it be an excuse to punish him if he did? Or was it a double bluff? Did he really want Charles to disobey, to give him the chance of spanking him across his desk again?
Lee’s mind reeled. He wondered what to do for the best. He was sitting, naked, in another mans bed, scarfs attached to his wrists, having just been thoroughly abused. He didn’t realise that he was being watched. A small movement must have caught his attention as he looked to the doorway. The Grandmaster was leaning against the wooden door frame smirking at him. Charles instinctively straightened his posture on the bed.
‘Learning some patience at last Mr Lee’ he said silkily.
Before Charles could reply Master Kenway continued ‘By your expression and the deep thoughts running through your mind I can see…not’. Charles scowled but said nothing. Haytham chuckled and entered the room.
The man really had been testing and teasing him Lee realised. Haytham had bothered to get fully dressed. Even his hat was back on his head. In his arms he carried the crop, oil and gloves from down stairs. He also balanced a bottle of wine. Lee could see part of it was already drunk, one of the two accompanying glasses already used.
Haytham laid the items on the bed to the right of Charles before filling both glasses. He reached out one to Lee bending over him on the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress. As Charles reached out to take the glass Sir kissed him, just as intense and passionate before. He could taste wine from the Grandmasters mouth.
That bastard. He thought. He was leaving me here alone to torture me some more. He was down stairs taking his god damn time getting dressed, having wine! A quick glance at Haytham’s right hand showed a few splodged of ink on the tip on his finger. That man was even doing Order paperwork!
Charles was indignant. The Grandmaster had purposely left him aroused and panting for his release before sending him off to cool down. He thought about throwing the glass of red wine right in Haytham’s smug face to see how he reacted.
The Templar leader saw the struggle in Charles mind. The younger man was furious at his treatment. Haytham knew how he hated to wait and he had done it purposely to teach him a little humility. Haytham knew he must be contemplating something violent as he saw the green eyes glitter and flash dangerously in his direction.
‘Oh I wouldn’t think about it Charles’ he said evenly. Haytham flicked his hand towards the bedside table and the items spread on it.
‘I brought the toys just in case you had any ideas.’ He playfully smiled at the younger man who still looked slightly mutinous.
Lee suppressed the idea of hurting the man standing above him. He sipped his wine in an attempt to calm his mood. Even if he did do something in an attempted payback he doubted he would get far. The Grandmaster had already proven he could over power him easily.
Haytham leaned over Charles again, removing the now half empty glass from his grip, setting it down beside his own. He placed warm, chaste kisses along the younger man’s mouth. Haytham gently kissed the corners of his mouth, playfully, earning a smile from Lee.
The Grandmaster continued kissing his face in a gentle nature, his eyes, chin, and forehead. As he leaned in to deepen the kiss on he reached out to Charles’s right hand and began removing the end of the scarf from around his wrist.
Charles flexed his wrist, rubbing the marks. Despite the softness of the cloth it had still dug into his flesh slightly as he strained, leaving reddish purple marks circling the writs. As the blood flowed back into the area and the cool air hit it Charles noted the small patch of skin getting itchy and rubbed it some more.
Lee though Master Kenway would release the bonds but he had been too hopeful. Haytham grabbed at the other wrists; breaking his exploration of Lee’s mouth he bound both wrists together with the same scarf before securing it above his head to the headboard. Charles noted with a sigh he was now in a vulnerable position again.
Master Kenway scooted Charles lower on the bed until he lay almost flay across the bed spread, arms stretched above him. His captive sighed in pleasure as Haytham explored the younger mans naked body with his hands and tongue, kissing every inch of skin he could reach, his clothes thighs resting just outside Charles’s own.
As Charles’s erection returned under his mentor’s ministrations he began writhing on the bed, wanting more until the Grandmaster fell on top of him, pushing Charles further into the mattress as he rested the full weight of his body on top of him. Lee squirmed under the delicious weight from the warm body above him but also the feeling of his sensitive skin brushing against the Grandmasters clothes.
Haytham pulled away and Charles was shocked at the predatory gleam in his eye as he rose to stand at the side of the bed. Haytham began removing his clothing excruciatingly slowly and methodically, teasing Charles with a slow revel of his body when his captive could do nothing but lie and watch. As he stood naked before him Charles looked to see the Grandmaster fully hard and ready.
As he climbed onto the bed, he positioned himself between Charles legs, kneeling before him, looking down at the tied younger man. Haytham grabbed the second of the white scarfs that he had previously used to secure wrists to the desk. Haytham snatched out grabbing a handful of Charles’s hair to jerk his head up painfully, Lee’s back and shoulders forced to arch due to the secured hands. The Grandmaster violently stuffed the white cloth into the tied man’s surprise mouth as Charles gave a small surprised squeak, which was soon muffled by the cloth.
Sir leaned over him putting a kiss on his head before nibbling along Charles’s stubble cheek to rest his lips among his hair. Haytham barely whispered seductively in his ear
‘I would love to hear the glorious screams of yours Mr Lee but I don’t want any neighbours or passers-by thinking I am murdering someone him here. This is going to hurt…a lot’
Charles tensed his breath catching. What did he mean this would hurt? What was he going to do? Haytham kissed back along his whiskered cheek as Charles glanced over to the riding crop. Sir made no move to pick it up. Instead he straightened and took a hold of Charles hips, angling them up slightly. The Grandmaster took himself in his hand before pumping his cock a few times. The pre cum gathering glistening on head as he spread it slightly across the tip of his cock in order to ease what he would do only minimally. He wanted the pain; he would show Charles what is was really like to be dominated, to be helpless and afraid. This time, the first time he was not using any kind of lubricant.
He positioned himself at Charles entrance as the younger man tried to back away slightly, realising what was going to happen, he shook his head frantically as Haytham flexed his hips forward.
Charles’s back arched his head the mattress. If it has not been so soft Lee may have blacked out from the force. His whole body tensed as Haytham pushed forward with no quarter, burying himself as deep in Charles ass as he could go. The muffled noise from the younger man’s throats was not in pleasure but utter pain.
Lee tried to wriggle; to pull himself away from the man above him but every movement of his hips only seems to cause the cock inside him to move around more, he was impaling himself further on it. With no oil every movement sent pain through is ass. Lee cried out as Haytham began his own movements, pulling out before slamming himself back in, each time putting more force behind it, flexing his hips, using strong hands to pull Charles’s body back onto him with incredible speed and ferocity. The new Templar recruit couldn’t hold back. He was openly crying, begging Haytham to stop but with the scarf secured in his mouth it only came out as muffled pleads.
His whole body ached from the tension, tears had flow openly on his cheeks slightly blinding his vision as he could not wipe them away with his bound hands. With every sharp thrust from Sir a searing burning pain lanced through his backside and up his spin.
After what seemed like an age he heard a small grunt above him, the Grandmasters eyes fluttered closed and his fingers dug into the flesh of his hips leaving perfect imprints of his finger tips and bruises that would litter the skin for days afterwards. The Grandmaster came with a small shudder and ceased his movements. Lee glanced up to see his hair dishevelled, sweat running from his brown.
Haytham licked his lips slowly as he released Charles’s hips to slump back on the bed, his softening cock sliding out with a gentle pop. Lee could feel some of the cum sliding down his backside to pool on the sheets beneath him. He glanced down at Haytham as he withdrew, the man rolling his back and shoulders that had been hunched holding the weight of his captive off the bed. His softening cock glistened with the remains of his come but also a few smears of blood he had drawn from his exertions.
Both men panted, breathing heavily for completely different reasons. Charles flexed his sore mouth muscles as Haytham drew out the rolled up scarf. His tongue was dry and throat raw and hoarse from his screaming.
The Grandmaster leaned over to kiss Lee, who jerked away sharply but could not move away enough as firm, pressing lips were brought crashing down onto his. Charles was about to bite down sharply in his anger when Haytham drew away.
‘Release me!’ the captive growled threateningly.
‘Not yet, I am not finished with you’.
‘You bastard!’ Charles spat. ‘This game is over. Untie me. Now!’
Haytham merely shook his head and rolled off the bed. Grabbing his wine glass and draining it, he picked up his discarded shift to wipe the sweat and other fluids from his body. He done the same to the still bound Charles, who made every attempted to wriggle away, thrashing wildly against his bonds.
‘I want up now!’ he practically screamed, but was somewhat diminished from his still hoarse voice.
The older man merely picked Lees glass and held it to his lips. Charles turned his head petulantly away, refusing the drink. With coaxing and seeing that the glass would not be moved from the hovering position at his mouth, he took a long swallow before spitting it in the Grandmasters face. Haytham sighed before using the shift to wipe the remains of Charles’s wine of himself.
He brought the glass to Lee’s lips again.
He stated simply: ‘I suggest you don’t waste that again. You must need it.’
Lee screamed in frustration and he drank down what was left in the glass. He watched as Haytham went to the bedside table picking up the bottle of oily substance.

Charles’s body tensed into fully alert. ‘I don’t want you touching me again!’ he cried.
‘Sir’ Haytham corrected with a small evil smile. His captive merely glared murderously.
‘Come now Charles’ he continued. ‘You have not had your pleasure yet.’
The Grandmaster crawled back onto the bed, stretching his naked body alongside Charles. The younger Templar tried to squirm away so that none of his body touched Haytham’s bare skin but the other man persisted with gentle caressing, leaning over him for another deepening kiss. Lee bit him on the lip. The Grandmaster pulled away only letting out a small wince in pain as a drop of blood trickled down his swollen bottom lip. He looked annoyed as he ran a finger over the pierced lip, Charles grinned triumphantly.
‘Well if you are not going to play nice, no more kisses for you Mr Lee.’ Instead Master Kenway continued his assault on Charles’s body. Trailing heated kisses along his neck, touching all the sensitive and arousing spots he managed to locate with ease before.
‘Stop!’ Lee pleaded, but his cried fell on deaf ears. ‘I will yell for help’ he tried instead.
‘Then you will be gagged again’ Haytham stated matter of factly as his hands wandered the younger man’s body. From pain of his earlier fucking Charles was certainly not aroused; his cock instantly losing its hardness from rough he experienced lay soft against is abdomen. Haytham reached out to the bedside table and uncorked the bottle of oil he had brought. At Lee’s questioning glance he commented:
‘Whale oil. I use is for burning in my desk lamp’.
The Grandmaster poured a generous amount on his hands before rubbing them together. He placed his body between Lee’s spread legs. Head resting on the younger mans naked thigh, Haytham brought a slick hand up to caress Charles’s balls, slipping his oiled fingers enticingly over the flesh, covering them with the smooth substance. His captive closed his eyes, not wanting to look and wishing he would be allowed to leave while the other hand gently began massaging the cheeks of his ass before a finger gently slipping between spreading oil through the cleft. Lee whimpered, instinctively tightening, remembering the pain from earlier.
‘Relax; I am not going to hurt you this time’ the Grandmaster murmured.
‘Please no,’ Charles tried again but the Haytham only turned back to his task. He massaged a finger over Charles puckered hole spreading the oil around the outside. Lee tensed but Haytham gently slid in one oiled finger, making small massaging motions as he went. As he did so he sucked Charles’s cock into his mouth, rolling the still soft flesh around in his mouth, humming in delight at the different texture.
Charles closed his eyes and tried to relax his body, his ass still stinging but surprisingly being soothed by the oil and the massaging. Haytham removed his finger and liberally poured more oil into his hand before returning it to its previous positing; he carefully inserted a second finger. Charles winced slightly in pain but Sir continued his ministrations, his mouth working on the tied man’s cock.
Charles’s body betrayed him as he felt himself become harder under the Grandmasters expert touch. Haytham worked his cock with his mouth; a particularly forceful suck around the head brought a gasp of pleasure from Charles. Haytham hummed around the length lapping at the skin, his balls, his perineum, anywhere he could reach his mouth.
Charles found his hips relaxing more, thighs spreading wider allowing him access to his body. Meanwhile the oiled fingers continued their exploration inside him, their gentle probing combined with the oil and the deposited bodily fluids from earlier creating a more pleasant sliding sensation within him. Haytham’s fingers exploring the walls of his ass searching for just the right spot.
Lee bucked wildly as those fingers touched upon the spot they were looking for. Soft, sliding fingers rubbed his prostrate exerting a little extra pressure every time they passed earning a cry of pleasure from Charles. His captive could feel the pressure low in his belly, the mixture of the Grandmasters toying and mouth on his cock bringing him to the brink. His hips spasemed as his whole lower body tightened, thrusting his hips up to push himself down his mentor’s throat. He let out a strangled cry as he came into Haytham’s mouth who continued to lick and pump him with his fist, fingers not letting up their delicious massaging within him.
Charles lay there exhausted as Master Kenway extracted himself from his body, watching, fascinated as his lips came away from his cock wet and glistening from his fluids. Haytham grinned as he licked his lips before sliding off the bed. He walked up to the headboard and loosened the scarf from Lee’s wrists freeing him completely.
Charles was exhausted; he did not think he could move. His body had been through so much pain and pleasure, some of which he would not like to experience again. He lay flat out panting on the bed, recovering from his orgasm until Sir scooted him over on the mattress, turning down the bed clothes as he went.
The Grandmaster crawled into the crisp sheets beside Lee before wrapping his arms around the other man and pulling him close to his chest and wrapping his arms around him. He then proceeded to snuggle the two them down into the covers before hissing the top of Lee’s head.
‘Am I forgiven?’
Lee gritted his teeth before retorting; ‘No.’
Haytham chuckled. ‘I apologise but I wanted to see how far I could take you’
‘You enjoy that?’
‘Hmmm?’
‘You enjoy the pain, knowing the person under you is not enjoying it?’ Charles asked disbelievingly.
The Grandmaster paused. ‘Yes’ he said in what Lee thought was a small voice.
’ I enjoy the control I have over people. I enjoy bending them to my will. Not all the time mind you, just occasionally but yes, the thought of hurting you did excite me.’
Charles did not know what to say. He thought of getting up and leaving, he most certainly did not want to be forced again. He was brought out of contemplation by Sir.
‘Get some rest Charles. I promise I won’t do it again but just think on it. For every punishment I dish out you will always be…rewarded’ he purred the last into Lees ear.
Charles closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep, listening to the regular, contented breathing of the Grandmaster behind him. Now that he thought on it, it had not been…so bad. And well, he could live with it. He had been rewarded after all and the older Templar knew just the right ways to bring his body to a thundering orgasm with the minimalist of touches. He would think on it. Perhaps being Sir’s plaything was not so bad after all.

~fin
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