So this is based off of the Arbitro end where Akira becomes a puppy! It's just a (not really) quick little test piece as I want to try out this style of changing character view points.
I don't own any of the characters and all that, but please do enjoy~
~Artful Obedience~
He should not have eaten the bread.
What had possessed him to do that; it was so unlike him. Akira's brain fuzzed on the edge of consciousness berating his lack of wariness over and over again. What interrupted these thoughts was the unexpected smell of candles burning. Candles... Was he in the church with Motomi? Eyes fluttering open, Akira gathered in his surroundings. Candleholders strapped to the wall were the source of the smell that brought him back into reality. The room that surrounded him was old brick walled with strange wooden equipment that the teen could only guess at the use for. His body automatically tried to move as he looked around, but for some reason his body did not approach the table as he had told it too. Akira heard a clink and looked up. Large steel shackles around his wrists bore his arms above his head and as he tried to move his feet around he heard another heavier clink; there must be similar shackles restraining his feet too.
A soft, sardonic chuckle slipped from the lips of an unknown presence behind Akira. Akira knew who the owner of the laugh was before he appeared in view to the right of Akira. Arbitro. No, this most definitely was not the church and that was most definitely not Motomi. The bread. The basement. Oh, how it all came rushing back painfully triggering a short inhale of air to come from Akira.
"It's rather splendid, isn't it?" The rhetorical question slid from the blond's lips as his snake-like eyes darted around the room. "I styled it myself after a Victorian torture room." The man's eyes landed on Akira as he said the next part, "All of the items in here were handpicked for training purposes."
Arbitro slowly approached Akira, who, even though he knew he could not do anything about it, still tried to struggle away from him. It was only when the blond's fingers trailed across his bare stomach that Akira noticed his shirt had been torn to rags and now only covered his shoulders. Akira flinched ever so slightly as the man placed his palm against the teen's chest. "Don't touch me!" Akira wriggled against the restraints of his shackles, which caused his captor to let out a short pleasure tinged sigh. "This truly is my favourite part..." Arbitro sauntered over to the wooden table at the side of the room and delved into one of the drawers. "I wish to savour you for as long as possible, my dear." Once again, he was at Akira's side and suddenly clamped down on the teen's jaw, forcing it open with a surprisingly strong grip. A small pill fell from Arbitro's hand into Akira's mouth and before he could do anything about it, Arbitro's tongue dove straight into his mouth and pushed the pill to the back of Akira's throat. Without any way to stop him, the teen unwillingly had to swallow to stop himself from suffocating.
"This will help you feel a tad better..." Arbitro's voice laced with anticipation as he took a step back and admired the teen as the pill took effect. No matter how hard he tried coughing Akira could not get himself to throw up and ended up spluttering saliva over his chin in desperation. Glaring at his captor, Akira felt an odd sensation start growing inside his body. It was like there was an itch under his skin, one that tingled with an insurmountable pang for attention. The chains binding his arms above his head rattled as Akira tried to rid his body of the pining feeling that began taking over every sense in his body. Without meaning to, the teen let out a small groan and shut his eyes tight trying to force himself not to show any signs of his growing weakness. What caused his eyes to snap back open and gasp was the feeling of a sharp cold object pressed against the bare skin on his stomach. Oddly enough, the touch of the knife Arbitro ghosted over his skin had Akira's body aching for more contact. His breath caught behind clenched teeth as he begged his body to stop responding so out of character. Arbitro's hand caught his jaw once again and held it still as the man began licking up the saliva that had gathered on his chin. Disgusting. Or so he had thought, but his body had responded far differently than he had expected. A confused and tangled moan slipped from Akira's lips as he tried to pull away from Arbitro.
Akira felt his captor's face warp into a smile as the man pressed his lips into the indent of the teen's neck and shoulder. "D-don't…! Let me... Go...!" The words did not even sound real anymore as he struggled against his restraints. The next sensation Akira felt sent a massive shockwave through the his body before the feeling reverberated into small shivers left behind in the wake of the blade that had sunk into his skin leaving a diagonal scar across his abdomen. Akira felt like he was going to be sick from the dizzying pleasure he felt as a replacement for the expected pain. He could feel the heat of his own blood trickling down from the open wound as though it were trying to sooth him. Every part of the teen felt like it needed to be ripped open now; ripped open and devoured. With his head a mess, Akira was not sure whether the absurd whimpers and moans were coming from him or his captor. However, a dark part inside of him knew it was the former.
.-*-_-*-.
Arbitro used the knife to create more scars over the teen's pale skin enjoying the striking contrast between blood and skin. What excited him even more was the small sparkle of rebellion in the teen's eyes that clung onto sanity as droves of pleasure whipped through the boy's body. This was what had attracted him to Akira in the first place. Arbitro had planned it all out in his head before he had even invited Akira to dinner. Breaking something to the point of no return, Akira would become his greatest feat yet. The eyes were beautiful, skin like silk, voice so tempting; the body was already a masterpiece and Arbitro just had to tame it.
.-*-_-*-.
The room was deep red, pink and white; rather imposing colours to say the least. White carpet and furniture, red walls and pink lining on almost everything. A giant ceiling to floor mirror adorned the wall next to a walk in wardrobe with a single bright light casting a circle on the floor in front of it. All other lights were pale, casting dull shadows over the rest of the room. On the four-poster bed in the centre of the back wall, surrounded in pink and red cushions, lay a slender boy. His silver hair covered his eyes as he lay asleep curled into a foetal position. Around his neck, the teen had a black leather collar that had a ribbon that weaved under-over around it tied into a bow at the front. The bow held in place a silver circular tag with writing engraved on it. Similar leather cuffs embellished his wrists; however, these had links that could be used to attach a chain had Arbitro wanted to.
Arbitro stood looking over his latest addition to the group he called a family and smiled. It had taken 12 days to break this boy fully; the longest any taming session had taken before and Arbitro had relished in every second of it. Aside from taking breaks for eating, sleeping and the occasional toilet requirement, Arbitro had not left his pet alone. Akira had fought to hold onto his sense of self for as long as he could but this only made the end result all the more glorious. Arbitro sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his pet's cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Akira..." The teen's name rolled off his tongue lovingly.
The bed creaked a little as Akira turned to look at him. A smile soon lit up the boy's face as he blinked away the sleep in his eye. Even though Arbitro loved his pet's voice, he had taken the measure to use a paralytic, which only allowed the teen to make simple sounds. Akira let out a pleased whimper as the boy sat up and rubbed his forehead against him. "I think it's time we bathe you so you can meet the rest of your family for dinner." Arbitro's eyes caressed the shadows the lighting cast over Akira's naked frame. The last couple of days after having successfully broken the boy, Arbitro had spent them holding the boy. Akira had white marks that had since dried up spotted over several parts of his body and although Arbitro saw them as beautiful, the boy needed a bath regardless.
.-*-_-*-.
Akira sat a little off to the side of where Arbitro stood dipping his hand into the now filling bathtub. Akira could not remember anything before his master had kindly taken him in. Arbitro meant the world to him and more, every touch was bliss when it came from his master. This man supplied him with a warm place to sleep, delicious food and bone tingling pleasure that sent him into ecstasy each time. The water stopped running and Akira looked up at his master as the blond walked towards him. Arbitro bent over and unclipped his collar before setting it on the sink top beside them.
"Come here, my dear." His master's voice was coaxing and Akira took his outstretched hand and used it to balance as Akira stood up on two legs. It was not that he could not use his legs, but more so that he preferred crawling. With the man's help, Akira managed to jumble himself into the tub. His master had told him that no matter what, Akira should never take off the cuffs on his wrists and so they felt a little strange as they became submerged in the water. Arbitro took a kind of cup-like object from the side of the bathtub, rolled up his sleeves and filled it with water before dumping the contents over Akira's head. A small whimper escaped from Akira before another cup load was dumped over his head. With now thoroughly damp hair, Akira shook his head from side to side soaking his master in the process. "A-Akira!"
He had not meant to get his master wet and so whined apologetically that made Arbitro chuckle a little and murmur something before kissing the top of his head. The blond took a sponge and after soaking it began scrubbing at Akira's body. The sensation tickled slightly and Akira batted at the sponge as it slipped over his body. Arbitro pushed at his back enough to make him bend slightly forward and so the sponge started rubbing over his back too. Seemingly pleased with the progress, his master let out a decisive breath and let the sponge fall into the water in front of him.
Arbitro squeezed some strange smelling liquid into the palm of his hand and before Akira could get a taste of the liquid, Arbitro had started rubbing it into his hair. The smell radiated down from the top of his head and Akira tried to lick at Arbitro's hands before his master snapped out firmly meaning Akira had to stay still. Not wanting to upset his master any further, Akira obediently kept his head still and instead focused on the sponge bobbing in the water.
.-*-_-*-.
Arbitro could not stand the sight of the Punishers when they came home after a patrol of the city. No matter what, the two would always come back caked in blood and dirt of some kind. His poor Kau often managed to become dirtied or scarred in some shape or form when he allowed the boy to accompany them out too. He just hoped that today of all day's they would have paid attention to his constant pestering and cleaned up. He did not want Akira to see the rest of his family all dirty.
As the blond's thoughts wandered, he noticed that Akira sat purring with a cute look on his face which made Arbitro smile before using the cup to wash out the shampoo. Akira visibly did not like the fact that water was dripping over his face again but kept still anyway. "Come on then," Arbitro said as he finished ridding the boy's silvery hair of soap, "let's get you dried and dressed." Holding a hand out for the teen to balance on as he got out of the bath, Arbitro marvelled once again at his pet's perfect structure. Oh, what a masterpiece he had become.
.-*-_-*-.
His master towelled off all the excess water that clung to his body as he held onto the man's shoulders for support. Taking a smaller towel now, the blond stood and began rubbing dry Akira's hair. This part was rough and Akira fought to get away but a stern yap from his master froze him in place once again. It was one thing to play but when the man was serious, only bad things would happen if Akira disobeyed. Without a word, Arbitro threw the towels to the side and picked up his collar. After clipping it back into place, his master took his hand and led him into the bedroom. He felt very exposed walking on only two legs and so stuck close behind as the man walked over to the wardrobe.
.-*-_-*-.
Arbitro had taken it upon himself to design and make most of both his pets' clothing and had managed to create quite the collection for Akira already. A small smile formed across the man's lips as he recalled the amazed look in Akira's eyes as the teen had watched him making an outfit the other day. It was going be the first time the rest of the family would see Akira's transformation, so it would be essential for him to be wearing something that would impress. In the end, Arbitro picked out a dark orange sleeveless turtleneck crop top and dark grey baggy jeans with chains decorating them. He thought it would be rather touching for the teen to be wearing clothes somewhat similar to the time he first arrived.
Taking the clothes out of the wardrobe, Arbitro stood in front of the mirror and beckoned his pet towards him. Akira stood unquestioningly in front of him facing the mirror. From behind, the man tenderly embraced the teen with one hand, making sure not to crumple the clothes draped over his other arm and kissed the boy's shoulder. "These will suit you nicely, my dear."
.-*-_-*-.
Akira let out an appreciative noise and pressed his head against his master's. This would be the first time he had worn anything ever since the man had taken him in. He liked the fact that the blond seemed excited and eagerly stepped into the held out legs of the jeans. It was a little awkward the way his master stood behind him the whole time as the teen had nothing to balance on but somehow they managed and the thick belt buckle clinked as Arbitro attached it. After Akira struggled his way into the skin-tight top, Arbitro held him by his shoulders and asked, "What do you think, it suits you well, doesn't it?" Akira knew he should just agree whether he thought so or not. Not that it mattered what he wore, he cared little for things like that but since the clothing pleased his master, it pleased him too.
After Arbitro had picked out a new suit and feather boa for himself, the two left the room hand in hand. Akira had been forbidden to leave the room for the past few days, not that he had had the energy to leave anyway, but the boy was a little tentative as they walked along the large hallway. The statues aligning the alcoves along the walls on either side flashed a strange memory in the back of the teen's mind. A disgusted feeling crept through the boy as he glanced up at one but he soon discarded the thought and focused on the door being held open by a masked man in a black suit.
So yeah, how was it? Did it get confusing? Should I try continue writing like this or totally dump this idea?
I'd really appreciate feedback on this piece since this really is just a test. Even if you just say yay or nay, that'd really help!
(also I'm sorry for the no smut side of this, but if this goes down well I have a few ideas for smut and can write a couple chapters to satiate you hentais ;D)