Chapter One
The Master and His Disobedient Slave
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The dark mongrel hung on the T stand, his entire body seemingly drooping towards the floor with exhaustion and defeat. His parched throat ached with longing for a drop of the succulent drops of rejuvenation, a mere drop to satisfy and ease his discomfort. Light pants ripped their way along his throat, increasing his thirst and pirating his capability to speak. His back was sticky from the whip lashes that had bitten into his skin and bled, they weren't deep, but each lash was laid down with enough skill that just a bit of blood would seep out.
Upon hearing the familiar sound of the portal opening, his dark eyes narrowed on the shadowy figure that crossed the room.
"Have you calmed down and learned your lesson?" the captor demanded, his tone cold and detached. "Or shall I give you a few more whip marks to make myself clear?"
"F..u...ck...y..ou.." Riki choked out, his throat convulsing and shredding itself as if there were shards of glass sliding down his pipe.
"So I see," the man disinterestedly noted, picking up the long whip once again in his elegant hands, before wandering behind the boy. "Five strikes for your profanity, and four more for your lack of brains."
Without delay, the barbed whip lashed against the tanned back, drawing out thin lines of blood where contacted. Each lash against the mongrel evoked a scream, as his tormentor purposely launched the last four attacks in the same spot to dig a deeper wound. A sheen of sweat coated and dripped down the boy's body, the saltiness burning each of his tender wounds and adding to the agony.
A silken gloved hand caressed the mongrel's chin, elevating it so the blue orbs could peer effortlessly into the dark orbs which were the windows to the boy's soul. "Have you learned your lesson, pet?" the tormentor demanded. "Or shall I teach you further?"
Blinking back the tears, the boy nodded softly and struggled to verbalize his agreeing to the question. "En...o..ugh..." he rasped, his tired body not permitting himself to even have his head raised on his own accord.
Nodding in approval, the Blondie motioned to the Furniture. "Unhook him and bathe him, but do not tend to his wounds further," he instructed. "I will personally handle tend to that task."
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Riki screamed in sheer agony as the Blondie's tongue drove into the gashes, painfully pressing the smarting wound. He writhed under the impossibly strong hold, clawing desperately at the sheets to gain enough momentum to get away to no avail.
"Hold still, pet," the man demanded. "I'm cleansing your wounds."
"St...stop!" he pleaded, his salty tears staining the sheets as he could no longer fight the bodily response to pain. "You...you sadistic fuck!"
The blue eyes narrowed, anger spiking through the blonde. He raked his fingers along the torn up skin, earning a earsplitting wail from the mongrel below him. He lowered himself close to the boy's ear. "You dare tempt me to test my limits upon you, pet?"
Trembling in agony, the sobbing mongrel pleaded incoherently for forgiveness. He screamed over and over into the sheets below him, praying his cries would finally be heard by the intentionally deaf ears.
His prayers went unanswered as the man continued his assault, his tongue gliding along the gash. With each smooth run down and upwards, Riki felt as if the wound were tearing further as the saliva drenched tongue pried open the passage each time it was jammed inside. He could feel warmth bubbling up within the wound, which was quickly sopped up by the invading organ.
"Wh...why?!" Riki finally screamed in tears, his body almost succumbing to exhaustion and agony.
The man pulled back, running his hand gently along with wound. "I'm licking your wounds as you are not able to, pet." He bent down, running his lips along the gash. "By doing so, I am caring for you. Be grateful for my benevolence after what you've done, pet."
"For...give me..."
The Blondie smiled victoriously, having finally subdued the wild cat successfully once again. He pulled the unconscious boy into his arms, running his thumb along the pale lips. "You are now pardoned of your crime, pet." He ran his hand along the tanned shoulder. I look forward to the next mistake you compose. With each punishment I sink my hooks into you further, Riki.
