T is for Troubled Toby [Toby Meriet]

[Crix Meriet]

Crix slumped back into a dining room chair taking big gulps of air and bigger gulps of wine. Out of the corner of his eye he watched, the Palace staff clear away the last of the shattered glass. The casualty of his dear Tobys dramatic unveiling of force sensitivity. It had come as a rather terrifying surprise to Crix, he'd been at Toby's side for a decade and still he'd never seen even a glimmer to suggest his T was a force user.

This put Crix in a scary position. If word got out people might come to take his Toby under the guise of training him. Crix couldn't have that. He filled his cup and drank again he'd deal with that later. Tomorrow, the day after maybe even in a week ... just not tonight. He still had to make sure Toby was Ok, No doubt his dear slave was equally scared. Crix had sent him to the bedroom quite firmly in his fear. He huffed deeply then rose. walking slowly, still shaking slightly, to the bedroom he shared with T.

He had given his Toby a clear instruction either lie on the bed or kneel on the floor , dependant upon what he needed from Crix, but it seemed Toby still in shock as the poor man was stood bewildered in the middle of the room.

"Darlin" Crix said softly easing the door shut not desiring to alarm his Toby "Come here to me"

He gave his Toby a moment or so to come over and make any show of affection the slave felt necessary then he took Toby's hand and led him to sit on the ottoman at the foot of Their bed. He needed to calm his T down so the man could decide what he needed " stay sat here T" Crix instructed. Then moved to the top of the bed to collect his hidden teddy bear. A stuffed Rancor Crix clung to when he was scared. Toby needed it more than crix at the moment. Crix put the teddy in Toby's hand and guided him to cuddle it. Then with a kiss on Toby's forehead he went into the bathroom. Returning a short time later with a soft Towel and a tub of lightly steaming water mixed with relaxing minerals which he placed at T's feet.

Wordlessly Crix dropped to his knees and gently rolled Toby's Pjama bottoms up to his knees. Then he tentatively eased Toby's feet into the tub to soak. Whilst the warm water did it's work Crix moved to kneel on the bed behind Toby and rubbed his fingers tenderly into his lover's neck

"I asked you a question in the dining room but your too worked up to answer me, so for now just relax and when you feel calm enough knock on the bed frame then either raise your right hand with the number of fingers to represent the level of control you want to give up with 5 being a total reduction and harsh punishment" His kissed T's right ear to cement his point "Or present me your left hand if You want me to pamper you like a king "

Then he went back to rubbing his love's neck.


[member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Lief]

Toby always had a feeling that he could wield the Force. Over the years, there were little hints, snatches of intuition, and times when things moved on their own, simply because he was thinking about them. During his time as a stable hand, Toby often felt as if he could control the steeds, calming them when they were agitated from the thunder and lightning. He didn't know what came over him over dinner, but this time he felt it more strongly than ever. As the young slave's frustration boiled over his difficulty communicating with Thais, the Force urged him to express his feelings in other ways. And so he hurled the glass. Why now did the Force choose him?

Toby had taken to his knees at his master's command then made to go wait in the bedroom, where he was too confused to do anything but stand aghast in shock. Now he was sitting on the Ottoman, clad in his pajama bottoms, facing his worried lover. He was given Crix's stuffed security Rancor and his feet were placed in a hot bath. Soon, he felt the soothing fingers of his master, working out all of the knots in his neck and shoulders. If he weren't mute, he'd be groaning with relief.

Crix gave him the privileged of controlling his fate, letting him choose between punishment and pampering. Toby knew he'd acted rashly. Punishment seemed the most fitting for his insolent deed. When in doubt, Toby always chose submission. He knew no other life than that of a slave. Clutching the stuffed rancor closely to his chest, he dropped his head, rubbing his cheek on it for comfort. Locking eyes his blue grey eyes on Crix, Toby held up his hand, all five fingers splayed.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Toby had been so, so good. Doing everything Crix told him to the best of his ability. His Poor Toby must have been left completely shell shocked by the night's events, It seemed the poor slave couldn't even think straight. That was why Crix had look after him, soothing him gently until his head could process everything. As Toby began to come back to awareness Crix made his ministrations firmer. Pressing with more force at the knots that had blanketed his poor man's neck and shoulders. Crix smiled gently at the change in Toby's posture implying relief.

He continued massaging his man's shoulders until Toby turned his head to lock eyes with Crix. Never before had Crix seen his Toby looking so adorable. Between his captivating eyes, Blue grey like lakes and light rain , and the child like way he snuggled into Crix's security rancor, Toby looked the picture of innocence. Then with a wretched look Toby had raised 5 fingers, maximum punishment. Crix loosed a sad sigh. The slaver knew Toby was going to do that. Crix hated treating his Toby like a slave and he hated punishing him even more. Toby was too god like for Crix to ever desire to see him suffering. But his Toby had been a slave all his life, Discomfort was the man's comfort. Toby's actions both that morning, scrubbing the palace floors whilst Crix wasn't around and his outburst at dinner Told Crix that Toby was drowning in the burst of new privilege he was finally receiving from others besides Crix. He needed to go back to his old life for a little while to take stock, a life of zero choice even if only for one night. So begrudgingly and with a very heavy heart Crix would give Toby what he needed.

But he certainly wasn't going to subject Toby to level five punishment. Nor was he willing to start punishing Toby whilst he was still so tight. Crix right hand stopped massaging T's neck and began a slow progress down Toby's right arm. "No, No Darlin' ..." Crix murmured as his hand trailed up the back of Toby's hand to Push down two of his fingers, his thumb caressing over the tendon on Toby's thumb. He slowly kissed across Toby's neck, wordless for several seconds whilst crix swallowed back the lump in his throat. He should not be punishing his Toby. Finally he stood up to crouch back at Toby's feet. He took his Apollo's right hand again pressing it to his lips as he gazed up at Toby's eyes. His poor love looked so overwhelmed. Speaking, lips still pressed against his T's hand Crix continued talking to Toby. "Not 5 T, not even 4 they are for slaves who purposefully hurt me or betray me, but you could never hurt me on purpose could you ?" He didn't need answer "So we'll go with three ..." Crix looked down, his T might need punishment and what it represented but he didn't deserve it. His Toby deserved pampering and Crix longed to say so. But alas T needed what he needed and Crix would obey in a seemingly approving manner. Eventually he looked up "But first I'm going to finish relaxing you" He announced picking up a block of soap and setting to washing Toby's feet, being extra gentle as if the slightest misstep might cause Toby to shatter "Whilst I'm doing that I need you to point out the people here who love one another " He needed to be reassured that Toby knew Crix loved him, he couldn't ask directly though ... he just could bring himself to do that. it would make what Toby wanted him to do a smidge more bearable. Then order given he returned to doting on his toby lifting his left foot from the tub and tenderly, he began drying it off massaging into the flesh. ensuring that Toby's tired skin was soothed completely, from heel to toe No less than Toby deserved. Once he was satisfied with the first foot Crix moved to the secound treating that to the same care. Then with a last sad sigh he pressed a light kiss to Toby's feet then rose, Time he started ... sooner he started the sooner he finished.

"Toby ... " He gulped back a 'my love' "Clean up the water and the towel then come straight back here and kneel at my feet " Crix knew that without clear orders Toby would get worked up again, he needed to know exactly what was expected "Then I'll explain what we are going to do tonight whilst you kiss my hands and feet" A servile act to gently ease Crix back into his role of master over Toby as well as providing a slow start for Toby "You can keep hold of the teddy if you need to, If not give him to me" Then Crix closed his eyes and sank onto the Ottoman. He was not worthy to 'hurt' Toby as he was about to. Wasn't life supposed to get easier the more privilege you amassed?


[member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Lief]

Toby didn’t know why Crix felt he deserved level a three punishment instead of a level five one, but he was somewhat relieved when his Master folded two of his fingers down. Toby shook his head vehemently at the notion that he would ever willingly betray Crix. It was unthinkable. He’d waited so long, and suffered through so much torture at the hands of the Meriet patriarch. He’d sooner die than betray his one true love.

There was a mixture of compassion and worry present in Crix's well-chiseled features. When he instructed Toby to point at the two people who loved each other, the slave knew: Reassurance was what he was after. Toby was glad to oblige his Master, as didn't want the other man to have any doubts. With a smile, he slowly and demonstratively pointed at himself and then moved his finger to Crix's chest, touching it, then moving up his hand to cup the other man's cheek.

Crix finished lavishing Toby with a light foot rub as he dried his slave’s feet. The slave beamed down at his Master. His love was so good to him, sometimes Toby felt undeserving of such a kind and benevolent Master. Soon, more orders came. Crix wanted Toby to kneel before him and kiss his hands and feet. Well, of course. Toby was a good, obedient slave, and that’s what good slaves did. Toby was well-trained, and not insolent, like the former Princess. He was very, very sorry for using the Force to hurl a glass, and he wanted to show it.

The slave sprang into action, taking both the bowl of water and the towel to the refresher. Next, he placed the security Rancor in Crix’s hands. Finally, he kneeled before his Master where he lay sprawled on the Ottoman. Poor Crix looked so stressed, and Toby felt more than just a pang of guilt. He didn’t need this right now. Toby lifted his Master’s hand to his lips and began to lay kisses slowly along his knuckles and then fingertips, and once he finished one hand, he started on the other. Soon, he folded over, genuflecting before Crix, and touched his lips to the other man’s feet. He only hoped that his services showed just how apologetic he was.

In lieu of words, they were all he had.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix didn't think Toby deserved any punishment at all. Crix felt Toby ought to have temples and altars in his name, for to Toby was to Crix what the sun was to the earth. His apollo. Crix blushed with a smile and glanced down as Toby shook his head, he always felt 16 again in Toby's presence. It must have been the man's innocence rubbing off on him and hiding away all the bad stuff he'd done to patch up all the pain of a broken childhood. Of course his darlin' Toby could never betray him, they had suffered for what they had together, Toby more than anyone. "And I would never want to hurt you my beautiful" Crix had said back lips still pressed to T's hand. If only he could actually avoid hurting his Toby.

Crix smiled relieved as Toby indicated his knowledge that Crix loved him, melting slightly as Toby cupped his cheek. Then a moment later Crix pointed to his own heart before stretching up to playfully tap the tip of Toby's nose.Crix loved Toby more than all others and if he was truly satisfied that Toby would be better off for it, he'd surrender anything be it his wealth, his freedom anything. Crix only blushed at Toby's beaming smile and looked down again, he didn't deserve Toby but he was never going to give him up not now that he had him. who would want to give up a lover who was as tender and loyal as Toby was? No one with a brain that was for sure. If only Toby could learn to see himself as perfect the way crix saw him then he could start treating Toby the way he deserved all the time. Then his T's constant need to be put down again might relent. well Crix was resolved that even if T didn't feel comfortable with tender touches tonight he was going to get Tender words from Crix all the same. Crix loved his Toby so much and he was going to tell him so.

Almost immediately upon Crix releasing Toby's foot, the slave had sprung to action. Crix took an extra moment to take stock himself before he too stood up. Whilst Toby was cleaning up Crix collected Toby's "'Bad' Box " From it's hiding place. It contained a set of slave rags and a restraints for Toby to wear on nights like this and Crix hide it because he knew that T would insist upon wearing it's contents all the time if he didn't. Crix really hated that box, it brought his father into the room each time it saw the light and by the core Crix reviled his father.

He was back on the Ottoman when Toby returned, the box pushed to sit just behind his field of vision. The slaver didn't want to see the box. Toby's first act upon his return was to give Crix his rancor teddy back, Crix was going to need it. He smiled at Toby and hugged the rancor to his cheek. Toby's comforting scent still clinging to the fur. Then Toby took one of Crix's hands and brought it to his lips. Crix gave a small sigh "Oh Toby" He smiled. Crix wished he could just snuggle with Toby but then the man would think he had got off lightly and that would only stress him out more.So Crix remained silently watching Toby with soft eyes until he finished crix's first hand, he supposed he was just going to have to cope with all this, then crix put down the Rancor so that Toby could take his other hand "forgive me Toby, please" He mumbled, eyes downcast. His apology for the pain he'd already caused toby and the pain he would almost certainly cause in future.

Then as Toby bowed further to kiss Crix's feet Crix began to talk. He had to do something to distract himself from the fact that Toby was treating him the deference owed to god's even though Crix was about to degrade him. It was just wrong, it should be the other way around. Crix should be the one genuflecting to Toby, kissing Toby's feet it was his lover who was the god not Crix ... Alas this was what Toby needed so Crix would just have to 'sin' as it were.

"Before I explain what I'm going to do T, I need you to know that you can call a halt to all of this by clicking three times if you do that I'll stop right away and make it all better" He reached out to stroke Toby's head "If you want me to stop a particular thing but not the whole situation click twice and I'll move on ... " Then Crix gulped "... If you like something we are doing click once and we will do it longer" Crix really didn't want to do anything longer than he needed to. Eventually Crix was left with no other choice but to outline his plan, each word felt like a dagger and it made crix feel sick " In a moment I'll change you into slave's clothes and put your footies into naughty boy shackles if you want I can ... beat you" Crix hated that idea but no doubt Toby would want him to. Then he continued his vile speech " Just with my hands for now" He quickly assured, no doubt Toby would demand (In his silent way) Crix use a tool later but the longer that was delayed the better "Then I'll cane your toesies and take you down to the dungeons I suppose " By the back stairs of course no one was going to see him degrading Toby "Then you can show me what you think you ... deserve" Crix knew Toby deserved a nice hot bath and lots of affection, no doubt T disagreed "Squeeze my hand when you're ready to start" Crix added in closing. It was all going to be hell for the slaver.

[member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Lief]

As he continued to lavish kisses on the other man’s hands and feet, switching back and forth intermittently, Toby dutifully listened to Crix, picking up on the pain in his master’s tone. His lover seemed anguished over the prospect of hurting him. Toby wished he could explain to Crix that he was a big boy and could take all the punishment dished out, but it was hard to explain something like that in gestures. Could he somehow use the Force? Maybe it was possible.

While petting his soft black hair, Crix gave him the punishment rules, a series of clicks to indicate if things got too rough for him. Toby was accustomed to much, much worse from the Meriet patriarch. The slave doubted he would be clicking at all. Pain was a comfort to Toby. It was how he made sense of his rights and wrongs. Maybe someday that would change, but currently his submissive tendencies were much too ingrained in him. Right now he just needed to feel the thwack of the whip on his skin, or better yet, a bare hand, the hand of his master to be precise. He knew that Crix would be sweet and kind to him afterwards, and the aftercare, when the two men lay in other's arms. That was Toby's favorite part.

Toby’s grey-blue eyes flashed momentarily to the “Bad Box.” Then, the slave turned his solemn gaze to his master’s face. He reached up and gave Crix’s hand one last stroke, then squeezed it. He was ready to start.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix watched pain still settled in the pit of his stomach as Toby lavished kisses onto his hands and feet. Usually Crix loved it when Toby soothed him like this but that night every soft press sparked further pain in Crix's stomach tempered only minimally by the warmth and fuzziness of his Love' devotion. Crix had no doubt Toby was strong enough to bear any pain that Crix would dish out. Indeed Crix had seen him suffer worse at the hands of the elder Meriet, that didn't make Crix feel better. Infact it made Crix feel worse, Crix despised his father for the pain he'd seen marked into Toby's skin all those years ago and yet here he was about to hurt Toby in much the same way. Of course Crix would never hurt toby as his father had and when they were done Crix would drown all the hurt in affection but still ... it felt evil to Crix.

Crix never felt any regret for the suffering he inflicted on others but he was already regretting the pain he'd put Toby through.

Toby indicated to Crix that he wanted to be hit. Crix just ruffled the slave's hair, reveling in the comfort that came from the feel of the soft strands on his fingers. Then he nodded, Moving as if he was weighed down by invisible weights. He knew Toby would want to be physically punished but Crix was really hoping that he was wrong, that Toby would be content with chains. Crix also hoped he was wrong to think that Toby would suffer in his silence even is Crix hurt him. Crix needed Toby to click and he needed him to click before they started. Heck Crix needed to Click.

But he couldn't ...

Then all too soon Toby was looking at him with a sad, longing look. Then his hand was squeezed sparking agony in Crix's heart. The slaver shut his eyes and looked up. Then finally he rubbed his eyes and returned his attention to Toby. He wanted to tell Toby he loved him but that would not improve anything. So he just gave an order "Ok T, I want to close your eyes ..." He couldn't bear to see his T's eyes when he was punishing him, he was already less than willing to do this but to see the pain in his Love's eyes would drive him over the edge. "Then just sit still unless I move you or tell you to move"

Then with one final stroke over T's cheek Crix stood up. Pulling the "Bad box" Over to him yanking the lid off and tossing it angrily onto the bed. He hated the box and he loathed what the box represented. He tipped the box's contents onto the Ottoman. A ragged, scratchy slave shirt and pants and a set of wrist and ankle chains. Then he turned to pull Toby's arms up over his head, rubbing T's wrists with his thumbs. Then he pulled the shirt down over his Lover's chest until it hung loosely over his lover's body. Then Crix eased Toby's arms back down. He supposed Toby expected crix to hit him now. So reluctantly Crix brought a firm slap to the back of both of Toby's hands, he darn't touch the palms though they were sore enough, he'd sort them once he'd dressed Toby, once he'd slapped both hands he eased them back onto Toby's knees. Then he moved to the back of his slave keeling behind the slave his knees just about pressing onto his Toby's toes, just enough to hurt a touch without risking breakage. That was the aim inflict the bare minimum of pain so that Toby would be unharmed long-term but also feel properly punished. Then he began lifting the back of the shirt to reveal the flesh of Toby's back, bunching the material up at the back of Toby's neck. Exposing the flesh so he could slap his slaves back, Once, twice ... six times ... ten times. pain in his stomach at each vile crack of flesh on flesh. "Do I need to talk Toby?" He asked quite simply between blows "To admonish you?", he really didn't want to talk. twelve times ... fifteen times. Then Crix pulled the scratchy material back down over his Toby's now reddening back. Once he had his answer he stood up taking the weight off his Babe's toes and laying hard slaps onto the soles of his feet . Then he ordered Toby to stand with a pinch and walked back around to the Ottoman to collect his slave's pants.

 

[Lief]

Toby didn’t know why punishment felt right. He supposed maybe cruelty was the storm that allowed his master Crix to be eye, the calm center of the pain. He knew that Crix didn’t enjoy beating him, but without some sort of consequence for his bad behavior, what would happen to him? Would he slip into depravity? That’s what the Meriet Patriarch had convinced him of. There had to be some kind of dire action to keep him in check, some kind of repentance or else he would run wild.

Toby closed his eyes as he was asked and stayed on his knees, listening to his master rustle through things. One eye peeped open to catch Crix hurling the Bad Box onto the bed. Then he snapped them shut again. It wouldn’t do to be caught being disobediant in the middle of his punishment. Next, Toby was dressed in scratchy, uncomfortable rags that caught on the fuzzy hairs of his chest and felt like sandpaper against his skin. The slave’s hands were slapped, albeit lightly, and the pain made him wince. Then Crix put his knees on Toby’s toes and pressed down. The sound of slapping resounded as his master lay slaps across the tight muscles on his back, his hands like cruel whips. He'd been braving the punishment in silence for as long as he could, but after enough slaps, Toby began to yelp each time one was administered. Finally, with a quavering voice, Crix asked if he needed to admonish his slave, and Toby, eyes squeezed shut, nodded his head in an affirmative gesture.

Finally, he was ordered to stand and he rose as asked. His head hung low, eyes downcast, dutifully waiting for his master’s next order. Until he learned how to use the Force in a more healthy way, this was what he deserved, whether his lover liked it or not.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix didn't know why Toby felt the need to be punished, why he was not contented for Crix to set him on a pedestal. Crix had made clear that he didn't like hurting Toby, how each yelp from Toby was painful to Crix , akin to the flesh being flayed from him. Crix knew in his heart though that this need of Toby's was his fault. For surely it must have been the result of Crix's father. Thats what hurt the most, Toby would still have his simple life at the forge had Crix never took him to bed that night all those years ago. Crix couldn't escape the feeling that for all his affection all Crix ever seemed to cause Toby was pain.

Still he would never let Toby go , he needed his silent companion.

Crix gritted his teeth as Toby had winced. the soft noise like a blade in Crix. he had been forced to close his eyes as the sound of skin cracking on skin filled the room making his head throb. No doubt his punishment for desecrating a divine being. Yet still Toby was silent, taking the suffering as silently as he took everything else. Then his Toby had made clear his need for Crix to talk and worse to talk ill of Toby. How was Crix to do that? what was he supposed to say?. The thoughts had ripped swathes into Crix's head as they raced around his head and it just made him annoyed. He needed to smash something, to be destructive but he couldn't touch Toby in such a way no matter what the slave wanted.

He let out an angered Cry as he reached the front of Toby again and pressed his head into Toby's chest to stifle a secound pained roar in the vile fabric of the shirt he'd just put on Toby. He thumped his right fist against Toby "Why do you do this to me T, my love?" He said trying to sound Cross but his voice betrayed how very distraught he was "How can I tell you your bad when to me you're all the good in the world and more?" He groaned his fist collapsing as he hugged against his Toby. He hugged Toby tightly for several moments until the strain drove the anger from him again. then he let go "Sorry" he mumbled and turned around to carry on. Toby needed this, he was being selfish. He picked up the scratchy pants "Keep still T, your being such a good boy " he ran his hand down toby's exposed forearms "My good boy"

Then he'd reached his Toby's back again he sank once again pulling the waistband of Toby's Pajama pants down to his knees and slapping the back of his lover's thighs, fifteen times to each leg. He supposed he ought to speak as Toby wished it. "You should never let it get to this point Darlin'" He said, by that he meant of course the point where Toby got so stressed he did something he felt merited such a harsh put down. Once he was done with Toby's thighs he pulled the pajamas down further to level yet more slaps onto Toby's calfs. He couldn't speak anymore whether Toby wanted it or not. Fifteen slaps to both calfs and crix felt even worse than before. Then he tapped Toby's right leg "Right foot first" He ordered gripping onto Toby's ankle and lifting it out of the crumpled pants before he slapped the flesh there to. first the top then the sole 15 painful times on both sides then he'd put his poor dear's foot through the first leg of the slave trousers. Reluctantly he had repeated the act on Toby's left foot, leaving that one as reddened as the first. Finally he had pulled the pants up and limped back around front to get the ankle cuffs.

Chains in hand he knelt before Toby again, cuffing first the right ankle then the left before sitting up again. Still for a moment before he bowed down again to press two soft kisses to the tops of his Toby's feet. Reviled at how sore the pinkened flesh all over his Toby's body looked "Wait ten seconds then open your eyes and go to my side of the bed then either stand or kneel there, however your most comfortable, with your eyes shut and your hands out palms up" He stood then "I'll cuff your hands soon but I need you to do somthing first" He added before retreating to the refresher.

He returned shortly after with a tub of skin cream which he smeared onto the palms of Toby's hands "Rub your hands together" He ordered as he put the tub in the draw of his night stand. Then he lay down "I want you to give me a massage, anywhere's fine I'm just ... in need of your touch" He said with a sigh "You can open your eyes now , Once you're finished remind me again who loves one another " He needed reassurance again, just like Toby needed his hands nursing but neither could ask for what they needed so it had to be done this way.

[member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Lief]

It seemed that the punisher was being hurt more than the victim. As Crix cried out, angrily beating on his slave’s chest in frustration, the slaver sounded so horribly pained, that Toby’s eyes became wet, and he himself trembled with distress. Toby embraced his lover, trying to warm all of the hurt out of him. The slave wondered if perhaps he should make clicking sounds with his tongue, essentially stopping the punishment altogether? Finally Crix calmed down, and told him “good boy" over and over, a phrase which was one of Toby’s favorite things to hear.

Next, Toby’s pajama pants were yanked down and his thighs were giving a thorough beating, flesh resounding with hollow cracks of his master’s hand. Then came his calves and feet. Toby’s lower extremities were smacked until his skin glowed a blood-shot pink color. His poor Crix was almost shaking with revulsion at the act. It hurt Toby to see his lover hurt, but he felt that the punishment fit the crime. Punishments were a necessary evil to Toby.

When gentle kisses were placed on the tops of his bare feet, the slave smiled, his cheeks dimpling. He reached out a hand to softly stroke the russet curls on his master’s head. Next, Toby was ordered to kneel on the bed to perform a new task for his master. Toby gladly obeyed, climbing on the bed, as best he could with his ankles chained, and kneeling deferentially for Crix, with his palms up, galactic body language for obedience. Oils were rubbed on his hands so that he could give his master a relaxing massage. It was a skill that Toby was quite adept in, and his master always deserved it.

It felt like a galaxy of tension lay beneath the skin of his poor master’s shoulders and neck. Toby’s well-defined hands began to knead Crix’s tense muscles, carefully attending to each hitch and knot. Long, gliding strokes paved their way over the other man’s back and neck. Toby isolated each muscle, attacking all of the trigger points that were causing his master so much stiffness. His hands pounded with percussion-like taps on the other man’s toned back as he tried to stimulate blood flow. Finally, when he felt that his master’s muscles were as gooey as sap, he leaned down to point at the both of them, showing Crix that he knew they loved each other dearly.

Just to hammer the point home, he landed an adoring kiss on his master’s cheek. Whether his master liked it or not, punishment always brought him closer to Crix. He felt lucky to have the adoration of such a gorgeous and clever man, especially one who was so cruel to others, yet so gentle to Toby himself.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix was indeed suffering the fact that he was hurting his Toby was bad enough, the knowledge that Toby wanted to suffer just made things worse for Crix. He hadn't meant to beat his Toby's chest and he certainly hadn't meant to make His Toby Cry. It was lucky that Crix was too distracted by Toby's embrace warming him up to notice the wetness in Toby's eyes, If he'd have seen it it would have been the final nail in the coffin and Crix would have had to stop his punishment of Toby. How he longed to stop right at that moment still wrapped in Toby's embrace and nothing would have made him happier than if Toby had clicked and called the whole thing to a halt then he could have cared for Toby as the man deserved. Alas for Crix Toby didn't click so the torment continued. Crix was pleased at least by the smile his praise brought to Toby, His good boy.

The pain of the beating he had forced himself to inflict on Toby's legs and feet was softened by the smile that his kisses brought to Toby. Then His Toby had softly stroked Crix's thudding head, that soothed Crix a great deal not only for the relief it brought in terms of his headache but also in what it symbolised to Crix that being forgiveness for what Crix had done to him. Crix only hoped that Toby knew that his suffering now would be matched two fold by doting later. Toby would not be allowed to leave Crix's sight until any lingering soreness was banished from his body.

Once Crix's eyes were closed and his head was cradled by pillows as Toby set about kneading his tense back and shoulders, the slaver could almost forget that his Toby was battered and chained. It was almost like a normal night when Crix had come back to Toby tense and sore. Crix let himself pretend for a moment that the tension in his neck was the result of some far away annoyance and the fact that Toby, the man he loved was knelt beside him dressed and chained up like a common slave, flesh sore and red by Crix's own hand. For a few minutes whilst his eyes remained closed everything was as it should be. Crix had made approving noises as Toby set about attending to every knot in his neck. He only reopened his eyes as he felt Toby's hands leave his back the muscles now temporarily lucid, no doubt once Toby's suffering began anew the tension would swiftly return. Nothing knotted Crix up like his Toby in pain. He smiled softly as Toby reaffirmed his knowledge that he was loved with his gentle pointing. "I Love you so much Toby" He had replied. Finally he groaned contentedly as Toby kissed his cheek "That was nice T, so very nice" Then he sat up Taking Toby's hands in his wayward fingers rubbing over them as he spoke "Suppose I ought to chain your oh so soothing hands now ..." He really didn't want to "Unless you feel you've suffered enough ?" He ventured trying to mask his hope, he didn't want his Toby to feel pressure to stop before he was ready.

If he got the answer he expected he would sit up to grab the wrist shackles " rub masters feet then Put my slippers and robe on me please T, then kneel on the floor and present the soles of your feet to be caned " The dungeon was cold and Toby might want to suffer in repentance for perceived misbehavior but Crix didn't. Then once he was all bundled up he would take Toby's wrists again and fasten them into the Tight metal shackles.Before tugging on the chain attached to his T's wrists and walking him, well Toby would probably have to shuffle due to the nasty chains on his ankles and the residual tenderness from the beating he'd suffered, to the back stairs to the Palace Dungeon. Hidden stereotypically behind a bookcase.

Of course If T did call a halt then Crix would gleefully set about undoing the chains on his T's ankles and restoring him from scratchy rags back to plush Pj's. Then he'd probably find out of Toby where the slave was most sore and set about kissing him better.

[member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Lief]

Yes, Toby was a little bit broken. Well, more than a little. As a boy his life was spent serving the Meriet household, and as a man, his life was now spent serving Crix. He knew no useful skills beyond household servitude. What would he do out there in the galaxy if he were set free? Crix needed him someone to wait on him, and Toby was deathly afraid if he stopped being servile that his master would stop loving him.

Toby didn’t like change. Freedom would mean change, too much of it, too soon. No, his place was here with Crix, as his slave, his saint. And being Crix’s saint meant penance and mortification at the hands of his master.

Toby had a taste for suffering. He only wished it didn’t hurt Crix so much.

Letting out a long sigh, Toby clicked three times, letting Crix know that the punishment was enough for him. The slave would have gladly gone downstairs to the palace dungeon with his lover, and wear those stripes of blood, but Crix’s distress was too much to bear. The slave was ready to feel Crix's lips on his reddened skin, kissing him better.

Toby guessed that Crix would be overcome with relief, so he opened up his arms, and if the other man came in for an embrace, the slave would softly nuzzle his neck.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix would never ever stop loving Toby. His Toby could become lazy and demanding, Crix would love him just as much, After all in Crix's eyes Toby deserved to be waited upon hand and foot. If only Toby could see that he deserved all the fresh freedoms Crix piled on him. So what if Toby had known only slavery Crix could help him get to know leisure, he'd already tried buying Toby books and art supplies ... then again he supposed he'd never really had time to show Toby how to use them, he'd rectify that ... starting tomorrow.

Things were going to change for Toby eventually ... Crix would see to that, even if it took a lifetime to be accepted by the 'slave'. Toby was right that his place was with Crix as his saint but that didn't involve Toby's self respect taking any more hits and it certainly didn't mean Toby had anything to attone for.

Toby might have a taste for suffering but it was mislead. Crix didn't like Toby to suffer and Crix knew best, Toby would figure that out eventually and then it would all be better ... at least that is what Crix hoped.

As Toby had sighed and Clicked three times Crix light up. Finally his Darling was satisfied, Crix could finally do what he'd wanted to do since Toby got upset. He could look after him. He smiled "Thank the core" Crix smiled, he was relieved but he couldn't help but think that this was not his toby expressing a satisfaction with his own penitence but a dissatisfaction at the pain Crix had felt. They'd have to talk about it later.

For now Toby had opened his arms and Crix had fallen into them hugging against his Toby with a sigh of relief. He'd stayed hugging Toby like that as the slave softly nuzzled his neck for several minutes."My Beautiful, perfect good boy" He repeated over and over as he nuzzled Toby's chest, hoping that the words would drill into Toby's head. Then finally Crix slackened a little Cautiously easing Toby to sit up against the headboard.

"Let's get these nasty things of you" He'd said indicating the rags and the chains "then I'll put you back into comfy clothing and you can tell me where your sorest and I'll make it better while we have a talk" He'd smiled softly hoping Toby would smile back. Then he'd softly rubbed his Brave love's hand and shifted down to sit by Toby's ankles. unlocking the chains and rubbing gently at the pressed flesh to get blood flow back before proceeding to kiss and massage his sweet Toby's tender feet. Then he'd eased the scratchy rags off of Toby's legs and chest whisking them back into their box along with the chains.

He put Toby back in a fresh set of Pajamas steadily pressing kisses on the reddened flesh as he did. Then he brought one last kiss to Toby's lips sucking briefly on his bottom lip. What would he do without his sweet slave ?

It was time for the pair to talk, well for Crix to talk and Toby to nod or shake his head, so Crix knelt by Toby on the bed taking his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze "Show me where you're sore Darlin' ... Then I want a truthful answer, do you think you were punished enough tonight?" Crix hoped Toby would say yes then that would be the end of it but he did want the truth, after all if Toby didn't feel punished enough then he might well try punishing himself and that would be far worse for Crix than compromising with hi Toby and perhaps punishing him further tomorrow.

 

[Lief]

Toby let out a pleased sigh as his dear master rewarded him with approval. Would the slave ever heal from the years of pain that the elder Meriet inflicted on him? Toby hoped that he would someday, but it would be a sisyphean task. Toby knew that Crix wanted him to be a free man, but slavery was safety. He was well-taken care of by his Master, and enjoyed doting on him. Plus, he felt too gutless to change. Especially now that his Force powers were awakening. He was terrified of them. What if he unwittingly used them to hurt Crix? It was a thought he couldn’t bear.

Soon, Crix helped him out of his chains and scratchy rags and back into a pair of clean pajamas. The fabric felt divine on his skin, second only to the feeling of his master’s kisses on his lips. He gave out a playful growl as Crix tugged at his bottom lip. By the core, his master was such a sexy bastard. Toby lay on the bed with his arms folded behind his head. Crix ordered him to show him where he was sore, but first asked him if he felt that he was punished enough. Toby shrugged, and then shook his head in an affirmative gesture. He could always use more punishment, but not at the cost of upsetting his master so much.

As for where he was sore, Toby playfully raised a brow and showed Crix where he wanted to be handled. It wasn’t anywhere that he had been slapped, but a completely different part of his body that he hoped would get some attention. In a PG 13 way, of course.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix raised a brow at Toby's indication. Such a place surprised Crix afterall Toby had no reason to be in pain there, no doubt he had a headache all that force use poor dear.

Crix looked up locking with Toby's eyes.

Then the room went black a freak storm had blown the power ...

[member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Lief]

After totes PG13 stuff happened, it was time for Toby to soothe his master with his strong and skillful hands. He knew that there were many of parts of him that Crix admired, but Toby had a feeling that his hands were two of his master’s favorite appendages. The slave had the hands of stablehand-turned-blacksmith. The backs of his hands were a chiaroscuro of muscles and tendons, his grip ferociously strong. With those strong hands he began to give Crix a massage starting with his scalp and then moving to his shoulders. He topped it off with an indulgent food rub.

As he wrapped his arms around his master, Toby stifled a yawn. It was getting late and the lovers had had a trying evening. Toby knew that despite Crix’s sometimes hard exterior, the other man was extremely vulnerable sometimes. He wanted his master to drift off to sleep feeling safe and sound.


[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix tended to Toby's aching head. Then Toby had demanded , in his silent way, he be allowed to look after Crix. Punishing Toby had been torture for Crix his head felt like it was splitting open, his shoulders were knotted and his feet were sore. Tension did that too him. So Crix had willingly assented to being pampered.

Every part of Toby was a Crix's favorite part in it's own little way from his head to his toes. But his hands were magic, strong and soft , now that crix insisted upon him using lotion. At the slaves offer Crix had collapsed against Toby, complying weakly as the man shifted him around to lay the slaver against him and massage his sore head. Crix groaned contented as his head was soothed by the gentle fingers on his scalp. The lids of his eyes became heavy then the soothing hands drifted down to rub his tense shoulders. Crix's head fell back his eyes fluttering closed before opening with a start each time he began to drift off. he pressed soft , weak kisses to toby "Thank you my Love" he smiled. Then Toby had eased Crix onto the pillows cradling his head fully before moving down to rub his feet.

Crix had groaned in pleasure as toby pressed into the sore feet. Crix often enjoyed having his feet rubbed at the end of a long day. Quickly though his eyes fluttered closed as the pain began to dull in Toby's warm hands, fully this time, and his breath became slow and soft as he fell into a half sleep. He felt relaxed and boneless now. He awoke a little as Toby enveloped him in his warm arms, Crix wouldn't dare fall asleep properly until he knew
Toby was resting too and they had both said goodnight in their way. He shuffled close to Toby to rub his nose against his Toby's. Then he drifted Back to sleep against the pillows Toby's arms still around him..

Sleep was not kind however. a hellish nightmare of Toby dead as his father laughed. terror and unimaginable heartheart assaulted him and he awoke screaming and in tears. He would die without Toby. Of course Toby wasn't dead, he was still here. His father, his father had to die and die he would. Long and slow, screaming and begging. crix would watch, watch and laugh. For now however he would just settle with Toby. He snuggled back in with toby taking soothing in Toby's presence as he drifted back to sleep his hands stroking through Toby's hair, no one was going to hurt his baby boy again.

[member="Toby Meriet"]