The past few days had done wonders for Nick’s mood. The sexlympics had been hell, but Mateo and Jamie still loved him, and that was all that mattered. Focusing on other things helped, too, and he was actually kind of excited to get to share some of his music with Eli. “Hey,” he said softly as he joined the other sub on a bench in the courtyard. He handed him a stack of sheet music and pulled his guitar out of its case, resting it across his lap. “How’re you doing?” @elixbeiste
Eli hated this. Hated that this dominant was about to try and teach him a lesson. He made his way to the others room at 845 and got there a little before nine. He didn't know what the dominant had in mind, hadnt been bothered to ask as he knew safewording would be allowed. He knocked the door and leant against the wall, his bratty nature telling him not to kneel.
Sebastian closed the door of his playroom behind him and put his shirt back on, a light blue colored one, which he tucked into his black slacks, just as he heard the knocking on the door. A smirk curled his lips as he headed to the door and opened it. There was no way he wasn't mesmerized whenever he laid eyes on Eli, or Kurt for that matter. They were just plain beautiful. But at that very moment he had to forget about all of that and focus on what needed to be done: to teach Eli how to be respectful. As simple as it sounded, it mattered a lot. He raised a brow as he saw him standing at the door, then crossed his arms and effectively blocked his way through the door. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Eli shrugged his shoulders, "Erm not that I can think of. In my eyes, you earn your respect and you've done nothing to earn it" he said with a shrug as he bit his lip. He'd been making promises to behave and get better and this was a massive step in the wrong direction but he was here and that was all that mattered.
Sebastian gave him an amused look. "Sorry to break it to you, but you should've read the fine print. You have to do what I tell you. Period." He shrugged. "It's not like it would hurt you so technically I don't need your permission." He reached out and cupped his chin. "You also need to earn some points, Hummel."
Eli glared at the other, "Up until you came back, I was doing great thanks" he said and when the other approached he tensed a little, "Earn points? I don't think so. I don't need anything from you"
He grinned. "Does that mean you were being a pretty little complacient sub until now? I made you fall off the wagon? Such a tragedy." He chuckled. "And this is relevant how? Like I said, you have to do what I tell you to do, or face the consequences. Now, kneel." At that last word his voice turned to a much deep, darker one.
Eli bit his lip and shook his head, "I was yes after I tried to run away" he spoke as he listened and then he heard the tone change and he bit his lip before he could himself and said "Make me".
Sebastian narrowed his eyes and stepped closer, until their bodies were practically brushing on each other, green eyes locked on blue ones. "Would you rather we take this to the Headmasters' office so they can decide what to do with you? Trust me, I'd go softer on you than any of them would." His lips practically hovered over the other's. "Kneel. Now."
Eli took a deep breath and he was wondered about taking his chances before caving and kneeling in front of the other, "I don't trust Miss Sue so fine but you had better let me in on what you plan to do"
An evil grin curled his lips. "Wise choice. And I will, don't worry. But if you make me ask you one more time, I might just exceed the limit of what Sue may do to you."
Eli scoffed, "I don't think you could do worse, there are rules" he spoke as he tried to reason with his own mind.
Sebastian chuckled. "How sweet of you to think you know what limits are, how much I could break you without breaking a single rule." He grabbed him by the throat, long fingers closing over the pale skin. "Last chance."
Eli froze as the other closed his hand over his throat and he gulped, "Last chance to what?" he asked with a gulp, "You really gunna strangle me?"
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him. "To kneel. And don't hate it until you try it, Hummel. You might just enjoy it..." He tightened the grip just a bit more.
Eli took a deep breath and he looked down at the others hand, "Fine" he said as he moved and lowered himself to the floor, "Let go of my throat"
Sebastian grinned and loosened the grip a bit, not quite letting him go completly. "Fine, what?" he asked with a slight teasing tone.
Eli was already annoyed and they hadn't even entered the others room, "Sir... Let go of my throat" he said, voice almost warning.
Sebastian looked down at his lips and licked his own, the pad of his thumb swiping his pulsepoint. "Please" he completed.
Eli bit his lip and moved his gaze to the floor, "Just get off me" he whispered as he tried to make himself braver then he felt.
Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. "Tsk tsk... Can't you see you're making it worse for you?"
Eli felt a shiver run down him and he looked back up, "Please just tell me what you plan to do to me" he spoke as he begrudgingly added, "Sir"
Sebastian finally let go of his throat but was still blocking his way in. "You need to learn some manners, Eli. You leave me no choice." He leaned in, his eyes darkening as he noticed the ghostly red prints of his fingers on his neck. "You brought this on yourself."
Eli noticed the look and he felt his breath catch in his throat, "What do you mean? What the shit are you going to do?"
Sebastian laughed out loud, already finding the whole situation hilarious. "You're getting punished, you silly goose. Now get inside, and close the door behind you." He finally turned around and walked into the living room.
Eli glared and he moved to go into the room, closing the door behind him, "But what are you going to do to me"
Sebastian put his hands behind his back and shrugged. "Out of the top of my head... using my brand new whip with multiple leather lashes on you." He looked at him and grinned. "Maybe using the hot wax until it burns that pale skin of yours. Do you think you can handle that?"
Eli took a deep breath and he gulped, "I can handle whatever you want to do". He looked away from the other and backed up to the wall, "I'm not scared of you"
Sebastian grinned. "You should" he said with a low voice, then laughed. "Is that what you wanted to hear, Eli?" He chuckled, then leaned against the back of his couch. "Take your clothes off and kneel."
Eli sighed and he moved to the couch, head held high as he danced his fingers across his throat, "You know I'll have marks right? And I won't be ashamed to say who gave them to me" he spoke as he stripped down before kneeling.
Sebastian snickered. "Keep talking and I might just put a sign around your neck that will say 'Bas was here'."
"You wouldn't dare" he said, eyes narrowed, "I wouldn't agree to that". He shifted uncomfortably, "Can we get on with this, I don't want to drag this out"
Sebastian shrugged. "Trust me, I don't want to drag this anymore than you do, but you're doing it yourself by not doing what I told you to do."
Eli glared once more, "I am doing what you said. I'm naked and on my knees" he spoke as he moved awkwardly, "What else do you want from me huh?"
Sebastian stood up and went to where the fireplace was, then grabbed the poker and went back to Kurt. "I want to fucking hear you saying: 'I do consent to my punishment, sir" he said, the tip of the poker hovering over Eli's neck.
Eli watched as Sebastian grabbed the poker and he gulped, eyes wide and he nodded, "I consent OK... I freaking consent to your punishment"
Sebastian's lips broke into a grin. "Wise choice. Follow me." He walked past him and headed to where the door of his playroom was. "Do you have a safeword, or are you sticking to 'I can handle whatever you do to me'?"
Eli stood and followed the other and he moved to stand near the others playroom, "Red but I can handle whatever, I'm not weak Sir"
Sebastian turned to look at him and grinned. "Good to know. Both things." He pushed the door opened and let Eli in. On one of the room there was the four post bed with exquisite red linen sheets on it. On one corner the closet with all of his toys, a St. Andrews cross beside it. And on the other corner to hooks that hung from the ceiling with leather ropes hanging from there. "Stand in the middle of the room" he ordered.
Eli moved to the middle of the room and he half hoped he wouldn't be strung up like he had before. He took some deep steadying breathes and bit his lip, "You know, being a big bad Dom doesn't suit your image"
Sebastian stood in front of him, arms folded over his chest. "Oh? And what does, according to your infinite wisdom?"
Eli looked into the others eyes, hands hanging to cover his manhood, "Being nicer might suit you better" he spoke as he bit his lip, "Not being an ass might suit you better"
An evil grin curled his lips as he stepped closer to the other male and slowly reached out to move his hand away, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of his shaft. "Nah... Being an asshole is a lot more fun."
Eli watched as the other approached and he froze to the spot, "You said you wanted to get this over with" he whispered, voice faltering at the touch.
Sebastian chuckled. "And I do. But that doesn't mean I don't get to have some fun while doing it." He chuckled, then grabbed one of his hands and moved him to stand by the bed "Wait here" he said, then went to his closet, returning shortly after with some ropes, handcuffs and a wooden paddle. "Get on the bed.”
Eli let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding and he climbed onto the bed, offering his hands out to Sebastian so they could be tied or cuffed.
Sebastian locked Eli's wrists together with the handcuffs, then picked him up in his arms and placed him exactly on the middle on the bed, moving the pillows so they weren't on the way. "Put your arms above your head" he said as he reached for the rope.
Eli watched as the other clamped the cuffs on his hands and he moved to the middle of the bed, hand raising above his head, "Front or back?"
Sebastian got back to the bed and chuckled. "Here. I'll do it for you" he said, then turned him on his back and moved him so he would stand with his knees on the bed, while he leaned on the headboard while he worked his ropes on his hand. Eli ended up bent over, his arms stretched out front, hanging from the headboard.
Eli was uncomfortable as he was bent over and he shook his head, "Seriously? This is not comfortable" he warned, "I'll cramp like this"
Sebastian chuckled, then he grabbed the cane with leather tips and got himself on the bed, kneeling behind Eli. He let the smooth at the touch tips to roam over the pale surface of his cheeks. "And what made you think you'd be comfortable?" he mused.
Eli bit his tongue and he gulped, "This position and the company" he said with an almost smirk, feeling a little victory at his quip.
Sebastian tilted his head, then without warning he smacked the man's ass, his long arm taking a full swing to make the leather tips to leave their mark. "You thought wrong" he nearly spat.
Eli jumped as the cane collided with his ass and he almost screamed out, "What the heck" he practically shouted, "That was unneccessary, Sir you could have started easy"
Sebastian looked with dark eyes at the ghostly pink marks over the pale surface. "What's the fun on that?" he said with a wide grin. "You told me yoursel you could take anything. Either way, you need to learn respect for your Doms, whether you like it or not. Now, how many smacks do you think that would take, hmm?"
Eli didn't like the tone in Sebastian's voice and he held his head up as high as he could, "I respect the dominants here I just don't respect you right now" he spoke, breathing a little rapid, "Hit me as much as you feel you need to"
Sebastian chuckled. "At least we agree on something, because I don't think much of you either. But-" He dragged the tips all the way down his back, then over the already marked surface of his ass. "The way I see it, you are the one tied down to my bed., so that gives me a headstart." He grinned and raised his arm again. "As you wish. Just make sure you count each hit out loud, boy. And if I hear your voice breaking, you'll get one extra. Let's see how tough you really are." The leather landed again on the pale skin. ONE... TWO...
Eli balled his hands into fists and he took a deep breath as the hits landed and he loudly called out the amount of hits. He didn't want to break at this man's hands and he refused to break at this man's hands. He gritted his teeth, "That's Two Sir"
Sebastian gave him three more smacks on the row before he stopped for about ten seconds. "You're defintely a sight bent over like that. Makes me think of hot things..." He grinned and smacked him two more times. "Maybe some other time. Or maybe not."
Eli shook his head and he took a deep breath, "In your dreams" he spoke as he kept his voice even, "I don't want to see you again after today". He knew that was harsh, but he knew he had to stand by his actions and allow himself to get mad and not sad.
Sebastian mocked a gasp. "Oh.... How will I ever be able to continue knowing that I wonder..." he said, then chuckled. "Keep talking like that and you'll be seeing me plenty, Hummel." He gave him up to ten smacks, the skin on his ass bearing the red marks of the leather tips, then he got off the bed to grqb the candle and the lighter.
Eli knew he should have kept his mouth shut but he couldn't help it. The ten smacks brought tears to his eyes and when the stopped, his hands were bright red from the grip he'd had, "Don't you think you've done enough Sir?"
Sebastian made a quick stop in the bathroom where he grabbed a small bowl, filled it up with cool water and sunk a small cloth in it, then he returned to the bed, placing the bowl on the night table and the candle with the lighter. "Stay on your stomach" he said as he started to take the ropes and handcuffs off him.
Eli was glad when he was released and he moved to his stomach, "Can I go after this part Sir?" he asked, hands still clenched at his side, the marks hurting as he moved his skin.
Sebastian looked at him, then turned his attention to where the candle was. "You can go now if you want."
Eli bit his lip and he scoffed, "I can?"
Sebastian had brought the bowl with cold water to put the cool cloth on his wrists, but then he looked at him and grabbed the bowl again. "Leave" he said and turned around to go back into the bathroom.
Eli shook his head, "Are you for real? You told me I would be waxed as part of the punishment and you won't even go through with it?"
Sebastian stopped halfway and turned to look at him. "I'm giving you the easy way out. If you don't want it, fine by me. But don't crying after that."
"I told you I can handle it, I just asked if I could leave afterwards Sir'
He thought about it for a second, then put the bowl down and headed back to the bed. "Lay on your back" he said s he turned the candle on with the lighter.
Eli nodded and he moved to lay on the bed, hands stretched above his head, "I know I'm an ass Sir but I can take it"
Sebastian's gaze was fixed on the flame, until tiny drops of wax started to fall on his fingers. "You are. But then again we all are" he said, then he extended his arm over his stomach and let the wax drops fall over the surface of his skin.
Eli took a moment to breathe and as the wax hit his skin he hissed a little, eyes looking to the other man, "I apologize" he spoke as he didn't want Sebastian too increase the length of time the punishment happened
Sebastian tilted his head as he watched the drops falling over the pale surface, leaving behind a sort of pink trail as they followed the curves of his hips. "Apology accepted" he said, then let a few more drops to fall on his chest, especially his nipples.
When the wax landed on his nipple's, Eli clenched his teeth together and balled his hands into fists, "Ouch" he actually said out loud as he squirmed on the bed.
At that moment Sebastian blew the candle out and put it away. "We're done" he said as he got off the bed.
Eli sighed as he moved, "Did I disappoint you?"
Sebastian put what he used way, then looked at him. "No. I just don't think either of us wants to drag this any longer. What was it you said when you got here? 'Let's get this over with.' So now you have the opportunity to go."
Eli sighed and he moved, "I thought you were a dominant" he spoke as he stood too pull his clothes on, "I'll have people that you caved"
Sebastian scoffed. "You thought right. But I don't need to proof myself to you. Plus, you killed my mood. Leave. Now."
Eli pulled his clothes on, "No, you are a pushover. I said ouch and you stopped...". He caught his reflection in the mirror, "You know, this wouldn't have even happened of you hadn't have been an ass"
Sebastian fisted his hands into balls. "You're the one pushing your luck right now. And I am whatever and however the fuck I want. It'll be a cool day in Hell when someone like you tells me how to act."
Eli knew he was getting the rise from him, "Well clearly you aren't no brat tamer" he smirked as he moved to the door, "You'll learn that telling people their 'place' won't get you far"
Sebastian chuckled and stepped up to where Eli was. "And who said I wanted to tame you?" He reached out and brushed the red marks on his neck with his fingertips. "I just wanted to hurt you. Plus, you're boring." He pulled his hand back. "I have no use for you. Go and whine about it to whoever gives a fuck. Now... You know where the door is." He turned around and went into his bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Eli wanted to retaliate but he kept quiet and be took a deep breath, "Do a class before you punish someone" he shouted as he left the room, anger boiling inside him.
It had been at least a fucking week since she'd snuck into that little shit's fucking room, and Cassidy has spent every fucking day wanting to go back to where he'd stolen her things to dig up the rest of her shit in that area before he could go back and get it. Assuming he hadn't already. But the last fuckin' thing she needed was him seeing her, following her, taking more of what was hers. So she'd waited. And it had been a bitch and a half, Cassidy Poe wasn't known for her patience.
She'd been sitting silently in her beauty of a fuckin muscle car several yards away from the small clearing where she'd burred several items, working on her fifth cigarette as sharp, blurry eyes scanned the area. It had been about three hours, and no fuckin' hide nor hair of the man. Of anyone that she could see. So naturally, she assumed it was safe.
Probably a little to early to make that call.
Stepping out of the old, impeccable Gran Torino, her red hair flying wildly in the wind, she closed it with a solid slam and glanced around, before making her way at a fast jog to the clearing. What looked to be a sharp spade shovel in her hands. Cassie wasted no time once she got a few feet away from the hole that mother fucker had dug up, before dropping to her knees and beginning to dig in fast, jagged motions, eager to get the rest of her bounty and get the fuck out of there.
Another eventful day in the life of Paige Wolfe had forced the girl to walk through the halls shamefully once more toward her room. She stepped inside, tanking whatever God there was that she would no longer be in the line of sight of all of those patients and guards who stared at her just a bit too long. Her clothing was torn in places, and the flogger and paddle Matthew had used on her left marks on her skin underneath.
She leaned up against the door once it was closed behind her. And the girl couldn’t help it. She closed her eyes tightly, burying her face in the palms of her hands as she slid down the door to sit on the floor. She sobbed loudly, out of control. And she knew that Elijah was most likely in the room waiting for her, he always was. But she couldn’t stop crying. Not for him, not for herself. Not for anyone at all.
Paige’s mind was filled with the painful memories. Not just of this time, but of every single time she’d ever been in the gallery before. Images of Matthew raping her so many times, and even more painful images of Malcolm comforting her always following these sessions.
She had no shoulders to lean on now. She shook her head in her hands repeatedly. She was losing it. “Please...” Paige finally brought her face up from her hands and found Elijah standing across the room, staring at her. He had no real sympathy for her it seemed. “I’m s-sorry...” she shook her head, but still the tears came from her hazel eyes.
Paige remembered what he’d told her, his advice to her to be stronger. But she wasn’t strong. And it was nearly impossible to be strong when these memories rushed through her mind like tidal waves.
She’d been awake for a month now, and life had been interesting at Radley Institute to say the least. Paige had grown to live with the company she didn’t really want but had no choice in. Elijah wasn’t too bad - a bit vulgar and sarcastic. But he kept to himself most times and often she would steal a bottle of liquor from the cafeteria for him just to keep him busy. That man sure did love to drink.
And when he was drunk, he was more docile.
It was the night of the Halloween party, and Paige had been told specifically not to bother looking for a costume. They would provide one for her. A box had arrived earlier that day, one which she dug into and pulled the note from. In meticulously neat handwriting, which she could tell was Matthew’s it said: “For Radley’s own personal angel of death.”
Pulling the short white dress from the box, she smirked at it. Because how ironic the costume was was just too much to be angry at. Paige laughed out loud, looking over to Elijah, “Angel of D-Death. Funny, huh? They n-never do run out o-of ideas, do they?”
Nonetheless, the girl brought the box into her bathroom, dressing and making sure each piece was in order. Paige took the make-up from the box last, and with no real instructions, she added her own masterpiece to her face. A deep red lipstick and crimson red tears streaming down her cheeks. It was a symbol of the pain she encountered every day. She ran her hands through the chocolate brown locks of hair which hung over her shoulders, then placed he halo atop her head.
Walking out of the bathroom, the girl was met by a man dressed in a pitch black suit, “Wh-What are you supposed to be?”
She was empty, completely void of any emotion as she walked through the halls. She didn’t play back memories as she normally tortured herself with. It was actually quite peaceful for just the few minutes it took her to carry herself from Michalla’s office to her own room. People stared, but none of them really knew who she was this year yet.
She was sure that wouldn’t last long. Soon enough, they’d all know that she was the survivor and that she was the reason Malcolm was now the way he was and that she was nothing more than a tone.
Paige approached her room, and with a sigh, the memories rushed back to her head like wildfire. Everything on the island, everything after the island. She felt tears coming to her eyes, but held them back. Her fists tightened at her sides. She sighed deeply, pushing through her bedroom door and turning to close it quickly without even looking in her room.
Facing the closed door, the brunette found her sorrow turning to anger slowly within her. They wouldn’t win. They could knock her down as many times as they wanted, they would never keep her down. Paige would stand up over and over, just to piss them off. Just to drive them crazy the way they wished to drive her crazy. She would win.
Imagining the faces of Matthew and Michalla and this new Malcolm on the door, Paige let loose. She balled her fists up and pounded punch after punch after punch to the door. Paige screamed out in frustration, ignoring the aching pain in her private areas from Matthew’s abuse, ignoring the burn on her palm, ignoring the bruising in her knuckles.
Until finally, she stepped back from the door, staring it down as if it were her worst enemy, shoulders rising and falling as she panted with exhaustion.
Colton couldn’t believe he was actually making his way over to Eli’s dorm with a bag of gummy bears and other sweets all stacked in a plastic bag on the seat beside him. What baffled him even more was that Colton always roped himself into buying a six mini bottle case of Dr. Pepper to bring to Eli. Colton himself didn’t drink soda, but he figured that his new friend could enjoy it while Colton enjoyed his Snapples. Oh yeah, he had also bought himself a few cold Strawberry Kiwi Snapples, because he was unashamed and needed something to bring. With the bag hanging off his wrist and the bottles in his large hand, his neighboring fingers wrapped around the neck of his own drink, Colton twisted his hand to let his knuckles collide with the door to Eli’s dorm.
Jack had put down her phone after sending that text to Eli to head over. He had asked if her offer to "unwind" if you will still held. Jack normally only smoked at the studio with a group of dancers who lit up however her mom and dad were on base in another province since Friday and weren't getting home until this coming Sunday so she was safe to light up in her house. So of course when Eli had asked her to unwind and hang out she took it as opportunity to not only have a smoking buddy but actually make a friend in Eli. He was actually a pretty chill guy, someone Jack pictured herself becoming fast friends with.
She quickly dashed into her room and went to get her box of "knick knacks" from under her bed. And truly if one were to open it it would look like just that a box of girly things from Jack's childhood that she never used anymore, however there was a trap in the box, that held her rolling paper, lighters, and her well weed. Her Military dad and her pro Military mom may be cool but by no means are they that cool. She put her box on the coffee table in the living room and went into the kitchen to grab some munchies, she didn't know how Eli got when he smoked but Jack knew that if she smoked enough she got hungry so she put some cookies and chips on the table as well. As she flipped on the TV to a random channel her heard her doorbell ring announcing the arrival of Eli.
