A sheen of sweat glistened on his upper body, causing the cut muscular form to look, if possible, even more appealing. Honey stood over his pet, smirking down at the bowed black head. Mori's mouth was pressed to his shoe, lips resting on the cool black leather. They had been this way for several minutes now, Honey absently running his fingers through the thick dark tresses. Mori was grateful for the break, his buttocks were a deep pink, even a frightening red in some spots, and all of it covered in hard welts. Clicking his tongue impatiently Honey's fingers curled, grabbing at the hair beneath his hand. Mori had rested long enough, Honey had been benevolent to even allow him to relax this long. He still had much to atone for after all.
"Alright Mori grab the basket for me." The order was lazily given but Mori raced over as if the voice were a whip driving him. Honey looked relaxed, but it was at times like these when he expected perfection. Snagging the covered, wicker, basket in his teeth he carried it back obediently, earning a small, close-lipped smile. He was thrilled, anything to make his Master happy, to see that beautiful face open and smiling in happiness. It was his greatest joy, especially when he was the one to cause it. It made the pain worth it as long as it made Mitskuni happy.
Ignoring the basket for the moment the short blonde crossed the small room and returned to the closet. There, near where the basket had rested, was the elegant paddle he had pulled out earlier. It was perfect for what he had in mind. He could have had Mori fetch it for him but he enjoyed the view from behind. Mori had not moved an inch since returning with the basket, still had it clutched in his mouth until his Master was ready to take it from him. He could be so good sometimes. Most times really. But, Honey enjoyed punishing his Pet, for any little infraction or for none at all. His pleasure was Mori's existence. The paddle whistled through the air as he swung it, it had a satisfying weight. His cousin new this particular paddle well.
The broad shoulders tensed unconsciously, recognizing the sound, a thrill of fear going through him. There was no way he expected to get off with just the belting he got, but he could never stop the spike of fear that weighed so heavily in his stomach. It was something he had come to understand and live with as company in this life he lead. The air from the swing whispered against his hot skin and the shiver this time was more from anticipation. With Honey standing before him again he was finally ordered to drop the basket, his jaw aching from holding the full basket so long. Inside the covered basket was a collection of golden balls, roughly the size of ping pongs balls. There were quit a few of them, filling the basket to the brim. With a sweeping gesture Honey threw them everywhere. Balls rolling into corners, under the single chair in the room, even inside the full closet.
No instructions were needed, as soon as the first ball had hit the floor Mori was off after the first one, scurrying on hands and knees after them, shadowed by his Master, and the ever present crack of the paddle. As soon as he collected one in his mouth he would hurry it back to the basket and wait while Honey picked it up. Each time he collected a ball he would raise his hips and spread his cheeks, his face resting on the hardwood floor. Honey's slender fingers would force the golden ball into the tight ring of muscle and off Mori would go again, getting filled with more and more balls as the game progressed. Soon he was filled with so many he felt stretched open, afraid he would loose them, even as Honey pressed him faster, the slim blonde sweating himself, a grin stretching his lips. In the dim lighting the grin looked practically malicious. Thankfully Honey knew how many balls Mori could take, though he still expected all of them to make it back into the basket. There was only one left now, Mori was counting, as was his Master. Except he couldn't find it anywhere, the paddle was coming down harder and with greater frequency. Gasping and sobbing Mori frantically searched everywhere for the elusive ball, his bottom felt like it was on fire, pain radiating from the welts.
At last he caught a glint of gold in his peripheral vision, the ball had rolled into the back of the closet. It had been overlooked earlier in his haste to collect the others. Elated he scrambled over, rooting towards the back, for the out of reach ball. His buttocks wiggled in the air, the perfect target for the never ceasing paddle. Honey's small, free hand was smoothing over the front of his jeans. His excitement evident in the bulging erection and the arousal glazing his blue eyes. With the last ball in the basket Mori waiting, head bowed, panting open mouthed, near the basket. Honey dropped the paddle with a clatter and hastily unzipped his pants. Yanking the dark head up he thrust unceremoniously into his cousins warm mouth, a low moan breaking from him. Without missing a beat Mori suckled eagerly, his own erection throbbing painfully.
Sitting up a little he clutched at the slender thighs mouth working on the stiff member, as if he couldn't get enough. He couldn't. The feel of the velvety skin under his lips, the taste of the precum beading from the tip, the throbbing as his Master got closer to his climax. It was a heady feeling and only fed his own lust. He moaned himself, the sound vibrating around the organ in his mouth and causing Honey to cry out, clutching Mori's head. Forcing the dark head down, making him gag, he orgasmed explosively. Mori drank it down, hips rolling shamelessly with his own need. All at once he was released and Honey calmly zipped up his pants, as calmly as one can when panting and red faced.
Mori on his knees stared at him, eyes moist, begging silently. Stooping down Honey kissed him, gathering him close. Only now could Mori embrace him as he desired, clinging to him fiercely as his Master kissed him. He tried to keep his hips from making contact, knowing even a small brush might make him explode. This kiss was everything he wanted it to be and more. Passion coursed through his veins, it was possessive and tender, demanding, and full of the odd love they shared. The love no one they knew would really understand. Honey was whispering sweet words against his lips. How beautiful he was in his suffering, how Honey loved him, adored him, needed him.
When they broke apart they were panting again and Honey's arousal was reengaged. Standing Honey gazed down at his pet, love in his eyes. Mori was still holding the golden balls inside, even after all this he had been such a good, obedient Pet and not released them. He was immensely grateful when his Master ordered him to let go. Though this humiliating ordeal involved squatting and pushing, the ceasing of the pressure and Honey's gentle hand in his hair made it okay. The balls bounced onto the floor and rolled away, he was, of course, expected to fetch them. Afterwards they would be cleaned up, by Mori. But, only after the games were done.
For now they were. Mori got one more paddling before they retired to Honey's room. Mori had spent many nights here, sleeping in the same bed or on the floor nearby. There weren't many toys in here, of course there were a few if Honey woke up at night and wanted to play. A paddle, a vibrator or two, a phallus, handcuffs, and a curious assortment over near the wall. It was some leather bindings screwed to the wall. Ones for the wrists, ankles, and a thick one to wrap around his waist. It was here that he was ordered while Honey strapped him in, standing on a chair to do the wrists. He was suspended a few inches off the floor now. He had spent a number of nights here, he wasn't surprised by this, not after what he had done today. His naked erection bobbed in the air, gently Honey curled his fingers around it. Mori groaned but Honey was merely holding it in place as he strapped a vibrator to it. The toy had been a pricey one, but well worth the money. It was programmed so that it could turn on and off periodically. Honey could sleep peacefully while every hour or so for a few minutes the vibrator would torment Mori's poor hard on.
Honey smiled oh so sweetly as he crawled into bed, falling asleep to the sound of his cousins low moans.
