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wolfanfics) wrote2006-01-23 06:49 pm
wolfanfics) wrote2006-01-23 06:49 pm
No Doubt/Placebo - By The Way, My Sweet Prince: Book Five
Title: As A Phoenix Reborn
Author: sashataakheru
Fandoms: No Doubt/Placebo RPS
Starring: Tom Dumont, Tony Kanal, Gwen Stefani, Adrian Young, Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steve Hewitt
Pairing: Tom/Tony
Previous: 1 - Punishment and Tears | 2 - Strangers And Jealousy | 3 - When The Bad Times Come | 4 - The Traitor Returns |
Warnings: violence, D/s themes, implied drug use
Word Count: 2,127
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form
Author's Notes: Setting is... SE Californian desert, near Palm Springs (IIRC). Based on a Placebo fic with a similar theme. This one took it's own journey though.
Summary: A month later, Tom and Tony begin their new training with Stefan.
As a Phoenix Reborn
That month passed quickly. Ton had shown he had more strength in him that he had been saying, so we worked him harder as punishment for faking. He didn’t appreciate that one bit. I had him doing some light cleaning in a fortnight, much to his dislike. Of course, he’d really be in for it when Stefan started training him again. I was wondering what would happen when the training began, as Stefan would probably stop working to concentrate on Ton. Many times, I tried to get an answer out of him, but he just brushed my questions away, saying I’d find out soon enough. I was beginning to wonder whether he had anything in store for me too. I couldn’t see what. I didn’t need any more training. As Stefan kept reminding me, I was the perfect servant. Only on the morning that Stefan would begin training would he explain everything. That last fortnight dragged on far too long, in spite of how busy we were.
He woke us early that morning and told us to wash and dress, saying he’d get breakfast for us. I was a little puzzled, but obeyed nonetheless. I wasn’t going to disobey him now. I pulled Ton out of bed and into the bathroom. We’d taken to showering together because while he was probably strong enough to handle it, he still liked me being there for comfort. And I didn’t really mind. I figured things would probably change later on after his training if he were assigned to Stefan’s harem. I wouldn’t see him as much, and it was a real possibility that Stefan would assign him there. Despite what she’d said when she brought Ton to us, Stefan really didn’t need an extra set of hands, so making Ton part of his harem seemed sensible enough. Besides, the work would be much less strenuous.
So, it came as a shock when we came for breakfast to find Stefan standing there with two beautiful spiked black leather collars in the middle of the table, surrounded by a feast. We’d dressed in the clothes he’d set out for us, we weren’t likely to disobey him now, and headed down to breakfast in the main mess hall, expecting nothing more than the usual plain food we always got. We hadn’t expected the feast we saw before us on the table. We’d never had such food served to us. It wasn’t our place. This is what we served to her guests. This wasn’t the sort of food for servants.
“Hey, here you two are. You took your time, didn’t you? I was almost beginning to wonder whether you’d drowned up there,” Stefan said. Although I could tell he was jesting with us, it was hard to accept it, given what we were confronted with.
“What’s with all this, Stefan? It’s a bit much for breakfast, don’t you think?” I said.
“Oh, no, I think it’s just right. I’ve been preparing this for a month, and I won’t have you waste it. I decided that since I was going to have to train Ton again, I figured I might as well do you both at the same time. There are parts of Ton’s training that I want you to be a part of Tom. Think of this as a new beginning. We’ll start afresh, with brand new collars and a brand new training. Besides, it won’t do to have my servants in these scruffy old things, now will it?” Stefan said, coming up to us and taking off our old collars. He threw them to the ground.
I was astonished to see how degraded they really were. I don’t think she ever changed our collars, so they were most likely the first and only collars we were ever given. I bent down and picked it up, looking at the rough, faded leather in awe. It was a strange feeling not to be wearing a collar. I could see Ton in the corner of my eye, holding a hand around his neck as if it wasn’t strong enough to hold his head up. I didn’t look directly at him for fear of being reprimanded.
“It’s a strange feeling, holding my collar. It used to seem so much tighter and heavier than it is,” I said quietly to no one in particular.
“It is a symbol of your enslavement, and it carries with it the weight of that burden. That’s why it always felt so heavy,” Stefan said.
I dropped it to the floor, suddenly not wanting to hold it anymore. “And you would make us wear one anyway? You’re no better than she is,” I said, somewhat disappointed. I was hoping he was different, that he wouldn’t treat us as lesser beings because of what we were, but it appeared I was wrong.
“She still holds sway over me. I am not free from her control. You seem to have forgotten that. I might be different to her, but she still controls me. She controls us all. It took me 10 days to get her permission to change your collars. Ten days! But, no more talk of this. Come, sit. Let’s eat breakfast together before training begins,” Stefan said.
He sat down at the table and started eating. Ton and I just looked at each other, knowing we shouldn’t sit down with him even though he had ordered it. She still held sway over him, and tradition stated that this feast was not for servants. We’d been too well trained to sit down to eat with him such a wondrous feast.
“Do I need to force you two to eat?” Stefan said.
I looked towards the floor. “This isn’t our place. We-”
“Sit, will you? Can’t you obey me today?” Stefan said.
“Are you sure?” I said.
“Yes, be quiet, sit down and eat, ok?” Stefan said.
We figured we should obey him since he was beginning to sound angry. We sat down and began to eat, hesitating at first before our hunger gave way. We took the opportunity to eat as much as we could. We figured we’d never get another chance to eat such good food again.
Once we’d finished eating, he bade us clean up the meal before we proceeded any further. We silently gathered up the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. It took us several trips to clear the table, leaving the brand new collars sitting in the centre of the table on a red cushion, their sharp metal spikes gleaming in the dull light. We knelt at his feet when we’d finished, keeping our hands in our laps and our heads bowed. We remained silent.
“Well, you took your time, didn’t you? That was sloppy work. You’ll have to get better,” he said, a slight hint of anger in his voice.
“Yes Stefan,” I mumbled, not daring to look at him.
“You will speak clearly and coherently, and address me as Master Stefan at all times. You will not speak unless addressed. You are both mine, and you will obey my rules and commands to the letter. Failure will result in punishment. Understood?” he said. His tone was completely different now. He was harsh and stern; he sounded just like she did. I shuddered, wondering what had brought about these changes in him.
“Yes, Master Stefan,” Ton said next to me.
Realising I was supposed to answer too, I uttered my answer the same as Ton’s. “Yes, Master Stefan.” It was hard to be so formal with him, and I had to force the words out.
“Now, get up. I want to collar you myself,” he said.
We stood up, keeping our heads bowed slightly. We didn’t say a word as Stefan moved over to the table and picked up the collars. He came and stood in front of us, and I could see the collars sitting on the plush red material. It seemed too much, even for a humble slave collar. It looked like genuine black leather, and those spikes had to be titanium or platinum. And, my God, there looked like there were diamonds or something spelling out our names.
He collared me first, getting Ton to hold the other collar while he secured mine around my neck. It felt… odd, at first. It was heavier than our old ones, and the spikes would certainly take some getting used to, but it didn’t feel… not right, if you can understand that. I knelt before Stefan once I’d received my collar. I noticed Tony did the same when he’d been given his. We knelt in silence, waiting to be addressed.
“These collars are given to you by me as a symbol of your enslavement. You are bound to me in every way, heart, mind and soul. They will serve to remind you of your duty to me, the oaths you make to me now, and your position in life,” Stefan said.
We remained silent, feeling the weight of our collars on our necks as the baggage associated with them piled down on us. I almost cried, knowing that nothing had changed. I was still a slave. I was still hers. I wanted to die, my hopes that being Stefan’s servant would be different crushed by his words. I could feel the tears hot on my cheeks. It was struggle to hold them back. It got to the point where I couldn’t hold it back anymore, covering my face with my hands as I cried.
“Tom.”
I heard Stefan’s voice, harsh and angry, followed by pain in my back. He’d hit me with something, a cane of some description. I fell forward, my hands stopping me falling flat on my face. I didn’t dare look up at him, trying to fight the stinging pain away.
“Tom, look at me.”
Reluctantly I obeyed, lifting my tear-soaked face up to look at him. I was afraid to speak.
“Tom, what’s wrong with you? Have you no discipline? How long have you served here at the mansion?”
“Somewhere between 15 and 20 years, Master Stefan.”
“And I thought you were a perfect servant. What brings about this?”
“I’m sorry, Master Stefan, you’ve been so nice to me. But, you’re different now. Who are you?”
“That’s not your concern. Kneel before me and stop your whining.”
I obeyed, my heart heavy with sorrow. I couldn’t stand hearing him being so harsh to me.
“Right, now that you’ve gotten over your little crisis, we can begin. I don’t want to hear another word out of you unless I ask you to speak. Understood?”
“Yes, Master Stefan,” we said.
And so we endured three months of training, dawn til dusk, learning how Stefan wished us to serve him. I had not expected our training to be so harsh, but he showed us the other side of him, the one that was truly in control. I suppose he just wanted to impose his control over us, but it was hard to take, considering how nice he’d been beforehand. A part of me wondered whether it was all for show, to show her he could handle us and hold his own.
I don’t really feel like going into our training. It… it wasn’t pleasant, as I probably should’ve expected. His expectations were much higher than hers were. We had a whole new set of behaviours to master before he relented and was satisfied with our progress.
Once we’d finished our training, we got back to life as usual, going to work early in the morning, getting back to collapse on our beds near midnight, serving him as he had trained us. Three months after that, Ton moved to Stefan’s harem permanently. I didn’t see as much of him, not unless Stefan needed him and we spent the night together, all three of us, lying together in the most beautiful bliss imaginable.
It was then that he allowed Ton and me to grow close. Sometimes, he’d just sit back and watch us, letting us pleasure ourselves how ever we wanted. Those years were beautiful, despite our enslavement, and I’d never loved Ton as much as I’d loved him then while we were still in the mansion.
Life was wonderful. Our love helped push the tedium away, made life enjoyable once more. Then she decided she’d grown tired of us, and we were sent away. Life after that wasn’t easy. It wasn’t fun. But, it was life, and I was with Ton, so the bad times we weathered together. But, that’s another story. I… don’t want to go into it now. I can hear the bikes roaring in the streets, the girls screaming, the bottles smashing. There’s going to be another war tonight.
Tom
Author: sashataakheru
Fandoms: No Doubt/Placebo RPS
Starring: Tom Dumont, Tony Kanal, Gwen Stefani, Adrian Young, Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steve Hewitt
Pairing: Tom/Tony
Previous: 1 - Punishment and Tears | 2 - Strangers And Jealousy | 3 - When The Bad Times Come | 4 - The Traitor Returns |
Warnings: violence, D/s themes, implied drug use
Word Count: 2,127
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form
Author's Notes: Setting is... SE Californian desert, near Palm Springs (IIRC). Based on a Placebo fic with a similar theme. This one took it's own journey though.
Summary: A month later, Tom and Tony begin their new training with Stefan.
As a Phoenix Reborn
That month passed quickly. Ton had shown he had more strength in him that he had been saying, so we worked him harder as punishment for faking. He didn’t appreciate that one bit. I had him doing some light cleaning in a fortnight, much to his dislike. Of course, he’d really be in for it when Stefan started training him again. I was wondering what would happen when the training began, as Stefan would probably stop working to concentrate on Ton. Many times, I tried to get an answer out of him, but he just brushed my questions away, saying I’d find out soon enough. I was beginning to wonder whether he had anything in store for me too. I couldn’t see what. I didn’t need any more training. As Stefan kept reminding me, I was the perfect servant. Only on the morning that Stefan would begin training would he explain everything. That last fortnight dragged on far too long, in spite of how busy we were.
He woke us early that morning and told us to wash and dress, saying he’d get breakfast for us. I was a little puzzled, but obeyed nonetheless. I wasn’t going to disobey him now. I pulled Ton out of bed and into the bathroom. We’d taken to showering together because while he was probably strong enough to handle it, he still liked me being there for comfort. And I didn’t really mind. I figured things would probably change later on after his training if he were assigned to Stefan’s harem. I wouldn’t see him as much, and it was a real possibility that Stefan would assign him there. Despite what she’d said when she brought Ton to us, Stefan really didn’t need an extra set of hands, so making Ton part of his harem seemed sensible enough. Besides, the work would be much less strenuous.
So, it came as a shock when we came for breakfast to find Stefan standing there with two beautiful spiked black leather collars in the middle of the table, surrounded by a feast. We’d dressed in the clothes he’d set out for us, we weren’t likely to disobey him now, and headed down to breakfast in the main mess hall, expecting nothing more than the usual plain food we always got. We hadn’t expected the feast we saw before us on the table. We’d never had such food served to us. It wasn’t our place. This is what we served to her guests. This wasn’t the sort of food for servants.
“Hey, here you two are. You took your time, didn’t you? I was almost beginning to wonder whether you’d drowned up there,” Stefan said. Although I could tell he was jesting with us, it was hard to accept it, given what we were confronted with.
“What’s with all this, Stefan? It’s a bit much for breakfast, don’t you think?” I said.
“Oh, no, I think it’s just right. I’ve been preparing this for a month, and I won’t have you waste it. I decided that since I was going to have to train Ton again, I figured I might as well do you both at the same time. There are parts of Ton’s training that I want you to be a part of Tom. Think of this as a new beginning. We’ll start afresh, with brand new collars and a brand new training. Besides, it won’t do to have my servants in these scruffy old things, now will it?” Stefan said, coming up to us and taking off our old collars. He threw them to the ground.
I was astonished to see how degraded they really were. I don’t think she ever changed our collars, so they were most likely the first and only collars we were ever given. I bent down and picked it up, looking at the rough, faded leather in awe. It was a strange feeling not to be wearing a collar. I could see Ton in the corner of my eye, holding a hand around his neck as if it wasn’t strong enough to hold his head up. I didn’t look directly at him for fear of being reprimanded.
“It’s a strange feeling, holding my collar. It used to seem so much tighter and heavier than it is,” I said quietly to no one in particular.
“It is a symbol of your enslavement, and it carries with it the weight of that burden. That’s why it always felt so heavy,” Stefan said.
I dropped it to the floor, suddenly not wanting to hold it anymore. “And you would make us wear one anyway? You’re no better than she is,” I said, somewhat disappointed. I was hoping he was different, that he wouldn’t treat us as lesser beings because of what we were, but it appeared I was wrong.
“She still holds sway over me. I am not free from her control. You seem to have forgotten that. I might be different to her, but she still controls me. She controls us all. It took me 10 days to get her permission to change your collars. Ten days! But, no more talk of this. Come, sit. Let’s eat breakfast together before training begins,” Stefan said.
He sat down at the table and started eating. Ton and I just looked at each other, knowing we shouldn’t sit down with him even though he had ordered it. She still held sway over him, and tradition stated that this feast was not for servants. We’d been too well trained to sit down to eat with him such a wondrous feast.
“Do I need to force you two to eat?” Stefan said.
I looked towards the floor. “This isn’t our place. We-”
“Sit, will you? Can’t you obey me today?” Stefan said.
“Are you sure?” I said.
“Yes, be quiet, sit down and eat, ok?” Stefan said.
We figured we should obey him since he was beginning to sound angry. We sat down and began to eat, hesitating at first before our hunger gave way. We took the opportunity to eat as much as we could. We figured we’d never get another chance to eat such good food again.
Once we’d finished eating, he bade us clean up the meal before we proceeded any further. We silently gathered up the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. It took us several trips to clear the table, leaving the brand new collars sitting in the centre of the table on a red cushion, their sharp metal spikes gleaming in the dull light. We knelt at his feet when we’d finished, keeping our hands in our laps and our heads bowed. We remained silent.
“Well, you took your time, didn’t you? That was sloppy work. You’ll have to get better,” he said, a slight hint of anger in his voice.
“Yes Stefan,” I mumbled, not daring to look at him.
“You will speak clearly and coherently, and address me as Master Stefan at all times. You will not speak unless addressed. You are both mine, and you will obey my rules and commands to the letter. Failure will result in punishment. Understood?” he said. His tone was completely different now. He was harsh and stern; he sounded just like she did. I shuddered, wondering what had brought about these changes in him.
“Yes, Master Stefan,” Ton said next to me.
Realising I was supposed to answer too, I uttered my answer the same as Ton’s. “Yes, Master Stefan.” It was hard to be so formal with him, and I had to force the words out.
“Now, get up. I want to collar you myself,” he said.
We stood up, keeping our heads bowed slightly. We didn’t say a word as Stefan moved over to the table and picked up the collars. He came and stood in front of us, and I could see the collars sitting on the plush red material. It seemed too much, even for a humble slave collar. It looked like genuine black leather, and those spikes had to be titanium or platinum. And, my God, there looked like there were diamonds or something spelling out our names.
He collared me first, getting Ton to hold the other collar while he secured mine around my neck. It felt… odd, at first. It was heavier than our old ones, and the spikes would certainly take some getting used to, but it didn’t feel… not right, if you can understand that. I knelt before Stefan once I’d received my collar. I noticed Tony did the same when he’d been given his. We knelt in silence, waiting to be addressed.
“These collars are given to you by me as a symbol of your enslavement. You are bound to me in every way, heart, mind and soul. They will serve to remind you of your duty to me, the oaths you make to me now, and your position in life,” Stefan said.
We remained silent, feeling the weight of our collars on our necks as the baggage associated with them piled down on us. I almost cried, knowing that nothing had changed. I was still a slave. I was still hers. I wanted to die, my hopes that being Stefan’s servant would be different crushed by his words. I could feel the tears hot on my cheeks. It was struggle to hold them back. It got to the point where I couldn’t hold it back anymore, covering my face with my hands as I cried.
“Tom.”
I heard Stefan’s voice, harsh and angry, followed by pain in my back. He’d hit me with something, a cane of some description. I fell forward, my hands stopping me falling flat on my face. I didn’t dare look up at him, trying to fight the stinging pain away.
“Tom, look at me.”
Reluctantly I obeyed, lifting my tear-soaked face up to look at him. I was afraid to speak.
“Tom, what’s wrong with you? Have you no discipline? How long have you served here at the mansion?”
“Somewhere between 15 and 20 years, Master Stefan.”
“And I thought you were a perfect servant. What brings about this?”
“I’m sorry, Master Stefan, you’ve been so nice to me. But, you’re different now. Who are you?”
“That’s not your concern. Kneel before me and stop your whining.”
I obeyed, my heart heavy with sorrow. I couldn’t stand hearing him being so harsh to me.
“Right, now that you’ve gotten over your little crisis, we can begin. I don’t want to hear another word out of you unless I ask you to speak. Understood?”
“Yes, Master Stefan,” we said.
And so we endured three months of training, dawn til dusk, learning how Stefan wished us to serve him. I had not expected our training to be so harsh, but he showed us the other side of him, the one that was truly in control. I suppose he just wanted to impose his control over us, but it was hard to take, considering how nice he’d been beforehand. A part of me wondered whether it was all for show, to show her he could handle us and hold his own.
I don’t really feel like going into our training. It… it wasn’t pleasant, as I probably should’ve expected. His expectations were much higher than hers were. We had a whole new set of behaviours to master before he relented and was satisfied with our progress.
Once we’d finished our training, we got back to life as usual, going to work early in the morning, getting back to collapse on our beds near midnight, serving him as he had trained us. Three months after that, Ton moved to Stefan’s harem permanently. I didn’t see as much of him, not unless Stefan needed him and we spent the night together, all three of us, lying together in the most beautiful bliss imaginable.
It was then that he allowed Ton and me to grow close. Sometimes, he’d just sit back and watch us, letting us pleasure ourselves how ever we wanted. Those years were beautiful, despite our enslavement, and I’d never loved Ton as much as I’d loved him then while we were still in the mansion.
Life was wonderful. Our love helped push the tedium away, made life enjoyable once more. Then she decided she’d grown tired of us, and we were sent away. Life after that wasn’t easy. It wasn’t fun. But, it was life, and I was with Ton, so the bad times we weathered together. But, that’s another story. I… don’t want to go into it now. I can hear the bikes roaring in the streets, the girls screaming, the bottles smashing. There’s going to be another war tonight.
Tom