Bondage and Marriage - 4

Noah’s daily life was very routine. He usually lingered in bed long after waking up, his light sleep interrupted by periods of wakefulness. By the time he finally got up, it was already 9 or 10 in the morning – well after his father and brothers had left for work.

Only then would Noah rouse himself like a cat, bathe and change clothes, then exchange very “wholesome” messages with his “university friends” before having a delicious lunch around noon. And that was when Noah’s day truly began.

On Mondays, Noah would take a walk in the garden or drive into town to visit a cafe or library. Tuesdays, he had lessons from a private tutor covering the essential knowledge for upper-class youth. Wednesdays, he went with Olivia to attend the opera or theater. Thursdays were for his beloved “university friend gatherings”, and Fridays, a French tutor came to help him maintain the language he had already become fluent in. Weekends were spent with family or attending charity events and parties.

Of all the days in the week, Noah’s favorites were definitely Thursdays and Fridays – the days he got to enjoy with his university friends and his French tutor, Gabriel.

“Welcome, Gabriel.”

“It’s good to see you, young master Noah.”

Noah greeted his tutor in the hall, and Gabriel lightly embraced him, placing a gentle cheek-to-cheek kiss in greeting. While most would only make the sound of a kiss, Gabriel would press his lips almost to the side of Noah’s face where the servants couldn’t see. It was a familiar greeting ritual by now.

“Shall I bring some tea, young master?”

As the servant politely asked, Noah hesitated, noticing the tight grip Gabriel had on his shoulder. “No, it’s fine, Lisa. I’ll let you know when I need it.”

Satisfied, Gabriel gave Noah’s shoulder an approving pat. The servants, knowing how close the two were after 5 years, didn’t find the excessively familiar touching unusual. After the servant left, Noah and Gabriel headed up to Noah’s room on the third floor. Noah’s movements seemed somewhat awkward.

“Well then, let’s see how well you’ve been studying this past week.”

As they entered Noah’s room, Gabriel’s polite demeanor immediately disappeared, and he smiled smugly. Noah shrank, meekly answering “Yes”, his timid behavior a stark contrast to how he was around family and close friends.

Seeing Noah so fearful delighted Gabriel. He had been hired as a tutor by Tanner when Noah failed to become fluent in French as an adult, unlike his brothers who had been directly educated by their late mother. And now, Gabriel intended to take full advantage of this.

At the time, Noah was gradually becoming aware of his own preferences. It started with a scene in a film he watched without much thought, where the protagonist was captured and interrogated by the enemy. Whenever the protagonist, his arms bound, was whipped, Noah would cringe, thinking “That must hurt…”, yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the protagonist’s moans. He even rewound and watched the torture scenes a couple more times.

Whenever he saw someone getting hit, his body would become flushed, but regular pornography couldn’t satisfy him at all. Naturally, he sought out increasingly violent content, so it wasn’t very difficult for Noah to realize his inclinations. However, having been raised as a proper upper-class youth, he would just swallow hard while watching others being beaten in porn, until one day, at age 16, when the household was empty save for the servants, Noah decided to try a different kind of self-pleasure.

After carefully checking that the door was locked, the young Noah hesitantly removed his pants. He spent a long time admiring his own soft, plump bottom in the mirror, before finally giving his buttocks a resounding slap. It stung, but the sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Noah slapped himself a few more times, but had to stop as his hand hurt more than his behind.

Thinking he could handle more, Noah rummaged on his desk and picked up a plastic ruler. His heart pounded as he toyed with it. That day, Noah struck his reddening bottom repeatedly with the ruler. The stronger stimulation from the ruler stung more than his hand, but Noah reveled in the pain and ache.

However, having been raised sheltered without ever hitting or being hit, Noah grew embarrassed and fearful as his buttocks flushed red, eventually stopping halfway. After that, Noah would occasionally spank himself a little while alone in his room or secretly watching pornography, but it was Gabriel who firmly cemented Noah’s preferences.

From the very first day they met, Gabriel had eyed the fresh-faced, blue-eyed, lovely Noah with a viscous gaze. Noah was well aware of how people perceived him – as an innocent young master raised in a gilded cage, oblivious to the ways of the world. (Which wasn’t entirely inaccurate, apart from the innocence part.) To Gabriel, Noah must have seemed like the perfect young lamb.

While Tanner had supposedly hired the omega Gabriel as Noah’s tutor out of care, the misconception that an omega would be safe didn’t explain why Gabriel’s previous students often changed.

As the French tutor, Gabriel had to at least spend the first two to three hours teaching Noah the language, in order to keep his job. But once the day’s lesson was over, he would finally reveal his true colors. Noah would deliberately keep his head bowed, disliking this time, as Gabriel sweetly gave his instructions.

“Noah, time to check your homework.”

“Yes, teacher…”

Noah swallowed hard and rose from his seat, not forgetting to send a pleading look towards Gabriel. As expected, Gabriel visibly relished seeing Noah’s fearful trembling. He took great pleasure in dominating this young master from such a prestigious family.

Gabriel had first touched Noah about a month after starting as his tutor. Carefully observing Noah for that first month, Gabriel concluded that the boy was meek and obedient, unlikely to put up much resistance. Gradually, during their private lessons, he began casually caressing Noah’s thighs or waist. When Noah would stare at him with wide blue eyes, Gabriel would act nonchalant, as if it was nothing.

Over time, Gabriel’s taunts escalated, to the point of “accidentally” brushing Noah’s inner thigh with his knee on one occasion.

Of course, Noah was no child, and knew full well that Gabriel’s actions constituted sexual harassment. Tanner had made sure Noah was thoroughly educated about sexual abuse and assault. Noah knew that if he screamed, the guards would immediately come and drag Gabriel away to jail.

But he didn’t do that, because the current situation closely resembled Gabriel’s favorite video collection – a student being forcibly taken by their tutor. (The tutor in the videos, unlike Gabriel, was an alpha.) Noah didn’t want to kick away this reality that was now right in front of him.

Afterwards, Noah intentionally hesitated and feigned fear, trying to further provoke Gabriel’s sadism. For another month, Gabriel cautiously caressed Noah’s body, monitoring the situation, before finally, on the two-month mark of their tutoring, bringing out the beatings Noah had been eagerly awaiting. For the next 5 years, Gabriel faithfully fulfilled Noah’s expectations.

This was the beginning of Noah Frost’s secret life and private affairs, unknown to anyone else.

Now thoroughly accustomed to the act, Noah trembled pitifully, his hands slowly undoing his belt buckle in the way Gabriel desired. This was where the true “tutoring” was about to begin.