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3:88	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 12171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Prt 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
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"I think I will leave the rest for the exhibition. I would like to keep you on edge by promising there is a lot more to see," Leonardo laughed and Altair looked up, watching how Malik and Leonardo came back inside, crossing the small distance until both men stopped in front of the latest painting. "Now... Ezio, Pretty, would you be so kind and bring us some rope?" he hummed while examining Altair up and down.

Altair in return felt something like electricity crawling down his spine. Not like a jolt but by far slower and his hair stood to end once Malik took his place back at his side. He was glad for having him back as he'd really missed Malik – without him he felt sort of lost. Not because he couldn't be without him but because when it came to BDSM, when it came to this special kind of lifestyle he felt by far more secure with the older man by his side. Sometimes, Altair wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing but he guessed it didn't mater as long as Malik made him feel good - and he really did.

Altair licked over his lips; looking at Malik when excitement and nervousness slowly coiled in his lower abdomen like a ball, getting bigger within the minute.

Malik encircled his waist with one arm. "You missed me Boy?", he purred and leaned down, his lips brushing over Altair's in a small kiss and it was amazing how such a simple gesture could calm down his heart rate that easily. "Maybe... sir", he smiled a smile close to a grin once Malik pulled away and Leonardo was stepping closer, interrupting their small moment.

"I've learned something new I would like to show you on Altair, Malik. I could teach it to you if you like but it's a rather complicated pattern and we're going to use the hooks in the ceiling", he explained.

Malik nodded once, squeezing Altair's hip. "Will there be anything you might need us to do?"

"Mmm... If Altair would agree, the rope will feel better without clothes on," Leonardo made known, his gaze shifting from Altair to Malik.

"No clothes?" Altair seemed to tense, swallowing his own saliva as his palms started to sweat. Malik pulled him closer, breathing over his neck. "Would you be alright with that Boy?", he asked softly. "I would like to see you with no clothes on but... this is your first time after all. I will grant you to make the choice just this time", he told him and licked across Altair's ear.

He swallowed, a shiver running down his spine, goosebumps spreading over his arms. "Maybe not all of it," he whispered. He was still somewhat unsure but Malik did promise he would stop if he asked him for it. It helped him calm down, somewhat.

"Alright", Malik nodded and kissed his neck in a loving gesture. "Will that work for you Leonardo?", he asked the other man who just stood there, watching them and waiting for an answer. "Of course it'd be", he nodded and right on clue, Ezio returned, a long black rope in his hands and handing it over to Leonardo who turned towards Altair, eyes roaming over his body.

"Now.. we're going to make you fly today.”

xxx

Altair was touching the floor with only one of his big toes, his arms pulled behind his back tightly and tied while his left leg was bent, several loops and knots of rope holding it up. There was rope also tied around his right ankle but his leg hasn't been pulled up yet.

Leonardo stepped back and his gazes roamed over Altair's body. "Good", he nodded eventually and Altair looked up. "It's done. If I pull this piece here", he explained to Altair, "then your leg will come off the ground and you're up in the air", he smiled.

Altair panted softly. It didn't look like it but it actually cost him physical strength to keep his body like this and to not lose his balance. He thought once he'd be up in the air it'll be easier for him.

"I think Ezio and I will leave you alone for a little while", Leonardo muttered and only now did Altair look at Malik who was watching him with intense eyes and shit... he was so fucked with how hungry Malik looked at him wasn't he?

"You know how to get him loose if you need to, right?", Leonardo pondered and Malik nodded. "Good", he said and beckoned at Ezio, the men quickly making their way back downstairs. Only when they were gone did Malik step closer.

He didn't say anything as he walked around Altair's bound body, looking at him from every angle. He then took the loose piece of rope and pulled, Altair's leg suddenly rising off the ground and he yelped as he hung in mid-air, floating above the ground. His legs were slightly spread, his body weight pushing into the ropes but he had to admit, Leonardo did a fine job - he really did feel almost weightless.

"You look beautiful like this", Malik whispered and brushed his fingers over Altair's body and it made him quiver. "I can do with you what I want now", and Altair had to close his eyes against those words.

"I could... do this", Malik smirked and his fingertips brushed in quick motions over Altair's left foot and his leg twitched as he tried to get away from the tickling sensation. "So, you are ticklish, mh?", Malik muttered softly and Altair gasped when he kept going, his body starting to swing forth and back with the movement.

"No, don't", he whispered and bit his lips hard. He refused to laugh out.

"No?", Malik grinned again. "Would you rather have it I do this?", he pondered in a mocking voice and his palm hit his backside, hard. Altair groaned out loud. "Or I could do this", Malik whispered and his hand went in between Altair's legs, cupping his sex through his boxers from behind, the underwear the only piece of fabric he was still wearing. "Maybe I'm just going to sit there", Malik pointed at a chair not too far away, "and going to tell you in every little detail about what I'm going to do to you once we get home and watch you growing hard from my words. So tell me Altair... what will it be?"

Altair swallowed his saliva. "It's your choice Sir. I'll gladly accept everything you give me," he murmured, slipping his eyes shut. This was the real thrill wasn't it? Not the pain – he didn't got off too much on that although it was a rather nice bonus. No, what really got him off was to be at Malik's mercy – he would have just have to take what he was serving, wouldn't he? Yes, that was the real thrill because he just loved it seeing how far he could go and how far Malik would go. Hadn't he once told him about that? Yes – and Altair had to admit, Malik constantly wanting to reach new goals with his sub kept things real interesting.

Malik chuckled at that. "How polite of you. No, this time I would like to hear out what my Boy wants most," he purred, running his fingers down Altair's jaw.

Oh – okay. So Altair knew Malik liked to ask some sorts of... trick questions. Sometimes he let him decided how many lashes he'd have to take only to add them with another number or multiple them. It was a game he could hardly win and most of the times Altair didn't want to win. But right now he wasn't really sure how to answer this so he decided he'd go with something he knew he'd be able to take. "I think I'd like you to spank me, Sir," Altair breathed out shakily. "Please," he voice turned weak, and he was thankful for not having to stand on his own feet and support his weight, for he would probably have trouble to keep himself up right now.

"Oh boy..." Malik chuckled softly. "You have still to learn so much - so it's for me to decide how many since you didn't voice any wish about the number. Or what I'm going to use on you, though... it seems like I can only use my hand unless I ask Leonardo about a whip or a paddle maybe", he smirked and walked up to the chair to pull it close and sit down on it, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded on his knee.

"So let's see... I still have to punish you isn't that right? But I feel generous so how about 20?" Altair gasped softly when Malik reached for one of the ropes, one single finger curling around it and turning Altair so he could face Malik. "I think 20 would turn your skin in a lovely red."

Altair swallowed, his head hanging low.

“Very well then. We'll see how it goes," he smirked, narrowing his eyes. "What do you think? Will 20 be enough for your lovely ass?"

Altair puffed out his cheeks and slowly released the air. It was difficult for him to keep on focusing on the ropes snuggling tight against his body when Malik was offering him so much more. He licked over his lips again, he was anxious, excited and nervous all together. It was thrilling to not be able to move, to be at Malik's mercy. "For now Sir", Altair whispered and he looked up at Malik and held his gaze as if he was daring and most of the times he was when doing that.

Malik leaned his head to one side. "We'll see how it goes, won't we?", he smirked. He stood up and went to Altair's side, his hand rubbing over his backside. "Does this excites you?", he murmured and grabbed Altair's behind roughly.

Altair groaned, "Yes Sir", he wheezed, his whole body tensing – because why should he lie? He was long past that point and had realized the hard way just how unforgiving Malik could be when Altair was lying either to him or himself.

His master smirked at that. "Well, you are going to get plenty of it," he drummed his fingers against the plush cheek. "Count for me Boy."

"Yes sir", Altair whispered and swallowed a yelp when Malik yanked his boxers down until it wouldn't go any further due to the rope going tight around Altair's thighs. He braced himself for what was about to come and he sure wasn't disappointed when Malik delivered the first hit, his muscles in his backside tensing. The blow held so much force that Malik had to hold him or Altair would swing back and forth. "One", he breathed, eyes closing as he relished the burning sensation and it sent a wave of arousal straight to his cock. He moaned a little, trying to straighten his back but it was no use, he really couldn't move at all.

Malik grinned at that. "Look, it's turning a lovely red already..." he purred, kneading the flesh with content before slapping him once more, sending Altair swinging.

His head snapped upwards, eyes going wide. "Two", he said and this time it was louder, his voice sounding pressed. "Thank you sir", he added and swinging wasn't so bad actually.

Malik rubbed over the taut skin of Altair's ass, pinching it then rubbed it some more. "My my... since when are you so polite mh?" He delivered another blow, using more force this time.

"Three! Ah, Sir, You've taught me well", Altair gasped and his tone only sounded a little mocking... just a little.

"Seems like I did," Malik smirked, his tone sounding only a little serious and he stilled Altair's swinging and kneading his behind with both hands before pressing a kiss to his backside, proceeding by biting it lightly. "Though I wonder why you sometimes seem to forget", Malik purred against his skin, the tip of his tongue following the bite marks. He pulled away, his palm sliding over round globes then slapping him again and he stood back.

"Four...! I don't know Sir", Altair muttered and it was hard to keep the words together, to not let them fall apart in his mind.

"I think I know why", Malik chuckled and stopped Altair from swinging, his palm sliding between his legs.

"...why Sir?"

"Because it seems every time you forget your manners you're hard as a rock", Malik grinned and slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of Altair's boxers, pulling the elastic material up and let it snap back down, his hand quickly delivering another smack to his already heated skin.

“Five," Altair gasped, yanking at his restraints. "I'm sorry, Sir”, he moaned, hoping to milk another compliment - and a blow to his backside although he assumed Malik knew all too well that this certainly wasn't a real punishment, not when he enjoyed it so much.

"Is it so? Well, it's good to know I make you feel like that Boy, but I do expect you to maintain your manners at all times," Malik chuckled, stilling Altair with one hand and delivering a blow with the other one.

"Six", he groaned and tried to press back into Malik's palm. "Harder, please", he whispered because he knew just how much Malik liked it when he begged him for more and he actually wanted to do good. He wanted to do good and he wanted to go to his limits and get all of Malik's comfort and love afterwards.

Malik on the other hand just smirked. He sent three more blows to Altair's behind, one smack harder than the other and Altair counted them quickly as he was getting aroused the more his skin got warm and hot. He hissed the numbers, stopping at nine and panting.

"Sir, I-”, he whined, shaking his head. "So good..." he gasped, biting his own lip. He was slowly falling into subspace and he wanted Malik to be proud, to feel good and... well, as much as he could, make him feel comfortable.

"That's it Boy", Malik whispered and he stroke across Altair's backside, almost lovingly. He then stepped back and went to the loose end of the rope, lowering Altair until he was satisfied, then went back in between his legs. He was at the perfect height, Malik's hips meeting his backside perfectly.

"You feel that?", he murmured gently and pressed his hard-on against Altair. "That's what you do to me", Malik hissed and if there was a subspace why shouldn't there be something like a 'domspace'? He hit Altair again, harder than ever before and his hand print was clearly visible on his skin. "What do you think am I going to do to you once we get home?"

“Going to fuck me Sir”, he moaned, thrashing in his bindings. "T- ten..."

"You are right”, Malik told him, sounding very amused, “I will fuck you until I make you see stars Boy. Would you like that?"

Altair moaned softly. "Yes Sir please Sir", he muttered and licked his lips, nodding and yelped when Malik's flat palm hit him again. "Ngh eleven..."

Malik's hand sneaked in between Altair's legs, cupping his sex and adding some firm pressure. "Beg me", he groaned and smacked him once more. He liked his Boy desperate.

Twelve!" Altair gasped, his head rising. He was softly panting, unable to speak. He choked on his spittle, shaking his head back and forth. "More”, he groaned, more like hissed. He almost wanted to yell at Malik to give his fucking worst but he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere.

Malik smirked, lending two more blows on the red, swollen skin. "That's the spirit Boy. Keep on."

Altair counted the blows, his tongue feeling thick, his brain sluggish. He wanted to move and wiggle but all he could do was wriggle his toes and flexing his fingers. Sweat was running down his spine in small droplets as Malik hit him again with Altair's whole body shaking. "Fifteen", he whispered and his head hung low, eyes closed. Another slap. "Sixteen", he whispered once more, Malik's hand squeezing his scrotum painfully and he bit his bottom lip to stifle his moans.

"Four more to go Boy and your skin looks beautiful all red like this. What do you think? Shall we see if I can manage another hand print on your ass?"

"Yes Sir", Altair gasped, his body hanging limp in the air as he tried to focus on the prickling pain pulsating all over his back and thighs. "Seven -Ah! Teen", he whined, struggling against his restraints and pulling at them.

Malik narrowed his eyes, rubbing his hands one against the other. "Color," he whispered in a low hiss, waiting for Altair to catch his breath.

"Green", Altair panted a few moments later, smiling. "All green," he exhaled, not managing to catch a droplet of drool that fell to the floor. Malik smirked satisfied and his eyes didn't miss the mess his Boy made. He cocked one eyebrow. "What? You're drooling all over the floor because you're getting spanked?" He clicked his tongue and hit Altair again and this one hurt even Malik's hand, his Boy crying out. "Eight- eighteen", Altair whimpered and moaned a second later. "Yes Sir I am Sir", he nodded and could feel spittle running down his chin and throat. "And because I'm tied up", he added, almost smugly.

"Better not make it any messier than it is," he smirked and spanked Altair's right cheek, then the left in rapid succession.

"Nineteen! Twenty! Ah!" Altair groaned, slurping his saliva. His breath was limited by the ropes, allowing him limited amounts of air each time and it made him feel a little dizzy.

Malik's hand delivered another blow. "Oh, this is too much fun to stop," he smirked as Altair whined, yanking against the ropes and trying to roll his body away from the hand. "I can't hear you", Malik taunted in a sing-song voice and hit Altair three more times, landing two on the man's right cheek and only one on the left.

Altair groaned and shook his head, trying to clear his mind when all he could really think about was Malik's firm member pressing up against him. "Twenty one, two, three... ugh, ngh, twenty four", he panted, his body swinging with the force of Malik's blows.

Malik then stopped and walked around Altair, standing in front of him. "Should I really fuck you later?", he pondered and looked down at Altair.

"Yes Sir. When we get home," Altair hissed, panting, his whole body trembling and quivering.

And there it was again – home. It wasn't any longer 'Malik's place' or 'you're apartment', no. It was home now and he really liked the sound of that.

"Mmm. maybe, yes," Malik smirked. "Last one Boy. I want you to call it out loud," he purred, slapping his left cheek, hard.

"Twe-twenty five", Altair groaned and drew a sharp breath in.

Malik rubbed his palm over his heated backside, a satisfied smirk standing on his lips. "I'm proud of you", he whispered and licked over his lips, pinching one cheek. "Next time I spank you I'll wear leather gloves... It won't hurt me as much", he grinned and walked once more in front of Altair, crouching down so their eyes were on the same level. He cupped hiss cheek and run his thumb over his bottom lip, smearing some of his spittle over his skin. "Mh? What do you think Boy? Anything you might want to tell me?"

"Thank you, Sir," Altair panted, leaning into Malik's touch with a small sigh and he was smiling, beaming with Malik's praise and he loved these moments, loved them so much when it was finally over and when he didn't have to ask for Malik to stop but had been able to taker everything Malik had offered.

Malik smiled and he leaned forwards, holding Altair by the neck and kissing him, his tongue running over his lips and then entering his mouth in what seemed like a loving kiss. A moment later and before it could grow into something more, he withdrew and stood up, leaving Altair panting and he grabbed one end of the rope, lowering Altair's left leg back to the ground. Malik walked back in between the younger man's legs, his nails running down Altair's sides teasingly as he leaned over him. "It's a shame, I could see you tied up like this all day long..."

Altair groaned in reply, wincing as blood slowly started to flow back into his limb. "We could buy some ropes next time we are out shopping, Sir," Altair murmured, trying to turn his head so he could catch a glimpse of Malik's face.

"Ah, perhaps we should," Malik agreed with a small grin. "And this time I trust you to be braver, Boy."

"Braver?", Altair gasped. "How?", he whispered as goosebumps spread over his skin from underneath Malik's fingers.

"Don't just stick to dildos and the likes. Try new things, you might enjoy them," Malik smirked. "Like ropes - or clamps," he added in a purr. "See what you like”, he muttered, scratching Altair's side slowly before he lowered his second leg as well to the ground and Altair could stand up again.

"Do you- do you suggest I should train... at home?", Altair pondered weakly and when he heard clamps he tried to look down his chest but wasn't able to see his nipples, instead there were Malik's hands as he encircled hi torso from behind, kissing his neck. He could feel how Malik's fingers run over the knots which held his arms tightly back, loosening them. He was actually very much aroused and Malik's hard-on pressing into him made it only worse and it filled Altair with pride knowing it was him causing such a reaction.

"You might", Malik snickered and freed one of Altair's wrist. "You can 'train' as much as you want but I forbid you to reach an orgasm", he grinned. "That's an exclusive right you only achieve trough my hands."

"Yes Sir," Altair sighed, wiggling his toes and moaning softly. "Will I be able to train in front of you, then?" he pondered, shifting his body inside the binds, a cheeky smile spreading over his face.

Good thing Malik didn't see that. “Yes, you may”, he said, massaging Altair's sides and hips. "But don't expect me to just interrupt my own business to help you out," he warned, running his fingers over Altair's lifted leg, fingers bumping against the knots.

"Is there no way to maybe make you change your mind?", Altair pondered as his leg came loose, his toes touching the ground and all it needed now was for Malik to pull the rope from his body and he'd be free again. Malik turned Altair around, pulling him flush against his body and placing his fingers on the man's neck. He smirked a little.

"If you really need my help and if I'm done with more important things I might..." Malik narrowed his eyes and kissed Altair again, running his palm down his spine and milking a soft moan from his lips as his hand reached his backside and kneaded it roughly. Malik didn't stop him when Altair lifted his tired arms and wrapped them around his neck, leaning in for a kiss. After all, Altair had done good.

"So, I take it your Boy liked it", they heard Leonardo's voice as his head appeared from the stairs when he made his way up and it didn't bother Malik in the slightest as he kept kissing Altair lazily, pressing even further into his body as he grabbed the man's behind with both hands and pulled his hips straight against his own. He smirked into the kiss, rubbing Altair's side as he felt his muscles tensing and finally pulled away. "Yes, very much so, it seems," Malik hummed, releasing the last few knots from around Altair's chest and abdomen, letting the rope fall on the floor, eyes set onto Altair. “Isn't that true?”

He rose his arm, fingers curling around Malik's neck and he pushed himself close against the man's body his flat palm meeting his chest and he could feel Malik's heart beating underneath it. Altair felt high, was flying high and higher still with no limits, caught in the middle of zero gravity and he flashed him a soft, lopsided smile. “Yes”, he whispered, his hand falling from Malik's neck to cup Malik's backside and Altair smirked. “Very much”, he added and leaned in for another kiss.
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