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Unprepared	By : ladyazuli Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 3659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four

"WIDER." A small slap to Ike's left cheek caused the bound mercenary to open his mouth wider for what was about to come. He was hating himself already for falling to necessities before his pride, yet he would be dead if he had let his pride get the best of him. "Tongue out. All the way." The Master said, pulling a little on Ike's lower jaw, as to coerce him to open his mouth wider and to let the tongue come out all the way. Complying begrudgingly, the pink tongue came out of Ike's mouth, with something that didn't taste like skin resting on it. The handle of the leather riding crop. A pang of relief went through him. It could have been much worse.
"Good boy." the Master cooed, petting Ike's hair. "Now take it into your mouth and suck it."
Grimacing internally at being reduced to this, Ike let the handle of the riding crop slide in and out of his mouth. Back and forth, in and out it went, the rhythm of the movements going faster little by little. For some reason, something in Ike clicked at the feeling. Now he knew what the girls and boys felt when they did oral on him. Except he doubted that his shaft tasted like leather. It was a bit of a thrill, and dare he admit it, a turn on. Before he knew it, he uttered a sound that seemed like a low moan, making the Master take notice. Ike may not have been able to see, but he was sure his captor was grinning from ear to ear.
"Ooh, you like that, do you?" the Master purred, stopping his riding crop from thrusting more into the mercenary's mouth, dragging it out slowly all the way out. As if on instinct to gain more pleasure, Ike moaned lowly, his tongue reaching out to lick the very top of the handle.
Success. The Master grinned, pulling it further away so that he could not lick it any more. "Hmm? What's this? Do you want more?" After the Master spoke, Ike felt disgusted with himself. He should not be enjoying this! He should be fighting his bonds! He should be headbutting this psycho and grasping to get free! He…he…wanted more. "Yes." he replied hoarsely, his head hanging down in his shame for wanting such a thing.
The glove-covered hand went to lift up Ike's face by the chin, and if Ike could see, he would see the blue eyes looking back at him with affection, wanting to just stop with the whole charade for a moment and let it be completely of tenderness. But something clicked back on in the Master. He had a job to do, and he intended on doing it.
For far too long, Ike was always the one who was the top dog, the dominant one. The mercenary radiated masculinity second only to Solid Snake. The girls wanted him and the boys wanted him, and he got what he wanted without question. They would bend over backwards for him. But one of them finally had enough, and this one wanted to take him down a notch. "Now, clearly you want this again. So…what do you say?" the Master said, submerging himself in his dominant role once again.
He hated being reduced to this, absolutely hated it. But it was respite. A weird respite, but respite nonetheless. "P…please."
"Please what?"
If only the Master could read minds, he would see the turmoil going on in Ike's head over saying the title. He REALLY did not want to, but what would it hurt? NO! He was better than this. Yet, he was being so nice right now. What harm would it do?
"Well? What do you say?"
"Please….Sir."
The Master sighed in exasperation. Only he would hold out before giving to defeat. Then again, if he gave up so easily, he wouldn't be Ike, now would he? "I'll accept that for now. And the ONLY time I will. But next time, you WILL call me 'Master.'"
He watched as his slave-in-training took the handle of the riding crop back into his mouth again, tongue swirling around it before it slid back and forth once again from his lips.
"There's a good boy. Suck it just like that. Let me see your tongue when it slides out." the Master said a low whisper, dragging the riding crop back out of Ike's mouth, the latter swirling his tongue around the handle with a moan. When his tongue could not reach anymore, Ike let go, a string of saliva reaching from the handle to Ike's mouth.
"Good boy. Yes." The Master praised, the handle going back into Ike's mouth again. "Now don't leave that hanging. I don't want your spit everywhere."
Ike complied, cleaning off the string of his saliva as he felt it coming down on his chin, and sucking it off the handle before it was taken back out of his mouth. The pleasure was cut short as a knock came to the door, earning an involuntary whine from the mercenary. "Now now, behave. More will come later…when you call me what I want to hear."
The warmth of the Master straddling him faded away as Ike heard the stilettos walking away. Now alone in the room, Ike wanted to smack himself repeatedly for letting himself fall for such a dirty act! That dirty bastard. Yet, he had to think about it. Was it really so bad to do this? Though that weirdo would have to do better than that to have the mercenary call him 'Master.'

Back outside the room, the Master was met by the Princess, Samus and Red once again. The Master could not help but grin widely, making the others giggle. "Looks like pretty soon he will be in the palm of your hand shortly." Red smiled.
"I would hope so. I admit, I'm so turned on I don't think I can hold back anymore." the Master blushed, his hands hiding the bulge under the strap of latex, fighting desperately not to show anything. "I think I may have needed this in a bigger size."
"It was the best I could do with the order. Sorry. It's kinda hard trying to find an outfit of latex and belts. Kind of a rarity really." Red shrugged, while Samus just nodded her head. "But, if you want, I can come in and help you out there with a few things. I'm pretty good with the whip anyway."
"Maybe in a bit. Come back in a half-hour, dressed and everything, would you?"
"Sure. I can give you time off. Get some relief, and then you can come back and get back to work."
"You're a lifesaver, Red." the Master sighed, while Peach and Samus just chuckled. "Naw, I'm just a trainer who has his kinks."
"Can I come and watch you at work?" Peach asked sweetly, her smile hiding the sinister dominatrix within, with Samus thumbing at Peach. Both the Master and Red nodded, the lock on the door clicking as the door was fully closed.
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