New Horizons (Part 7 of the Ignaius-Saga)

Nighmares to Dreams

*** Mature content warning for those, who do not want too much information. ***

He guided Variel inside. In the middle of the room he stopped and pointed to the ground at his side: "Kneel!" he commanded. It was not an accident that he stood close enough that Variel practically leaned against his leg.

"Vis, I need ropes. A few scarves. Do you happen to have a collar? And I am sure you will be able to find a rod or some other instrument suitable to administer discipline."

While he waited for Vis to collect the items he had asked for, he started caressing Variel, as much as this was possible with the mask. Ruffling his hair didn't work, but gently rubbing his neck or his collar bone would.

Vis grinned when the king asked if he had or could find these objects. "Do you take me for an amateur, Your Majesty?" he joked before walking off to collect what was needed.

Variel descended slowly to his knees, feeling as though he would start to weep at any second. He was forcing himself to breathe at a slow pace, but the breaths shook with the rest of him. He chlosed his eyes when Tanier started to caress him, focusing as much as possible on the feel of that gentle touch. Internally, he had two parts of his mind at war. One was horrified and trying to tell him how cruel and sadistic these two were being, how they actually wanted to hurt and frighten him beyond what he could ever enjoy.

The other part understood exactly what this was, and it was his determination to believe in Tanier's intention that told him that had to be the truth. This was an attempt to help him, to break him of his fears by turning a nightmare into something he could hopefully enjoy and even somewhat control.

Vis didn't take long at all. He returned with a small wooden box he had used to contain everything. First, he retrieved a leather collar and passed it off to Tanier. "I do have a leash to go with it, if you'd like," he commented. He next produced a long, silken rope and a few scarves, along with a bottle of lubricant he'd grabbed just in case. Lastly, he produced a riding crop. "This should work, or..." He touched the buckle of his belt. "...this, if you would prefer."

Tanier took every item, inspected it, tested it, passed it back to Vis. Everythink he did careful and without haste. Usually the purpose was to give Variel time to get more excited. He was sure that this was exactly what happened, while he inspected and tested his tools. But today he gave him even more time to get a grip on his growing fear.

"A nice collection you have," he complimented Visorro-Kiorr. Exactly as he had expected.

Finally he picked the collar and tightened it around Variel's neck. It was a bit difficult to do so with the mask on - both his own mask that hindered his vision and Variel's that was reaching down to the neck, but eventually he managed to make it fit.

"Stand!" he commanded. "And hands on your back."

When Variel followed, Tanier stepped behind him, made Variel's hands reach for the elbow of the opposite arm and tied the hands in place using some of the scarfs. The ends of the colorful fabric where hanging down loosely, looking quite decorative.

"Now bent over the back of the sofa," he ordered. He guided him behind the furniture and helped to place him just a she wanted, aware that it was difficult to do with both hands tied behind the back. The heigth was perfect: Just high enough to make it impossible to stand normal while bent over, inevitably unbalancing Variel as he followed Tanier's orders and voiceless commands.

Once Tanier was happy with the arrangement, he called Vis to himself.

"Isn't that nice?" he asked.

It was a perfect view of Variel's ass, combined with the sight of him being adorably helpless.