The morning sun had risen over the horizon casting a warm colored arrangement of deep reds and oranges that engulfed everything and caused the sleeping Riley Brody to slowly come back to conscientious.
Deep brown eyes fluttering open the youngest took a deep breath and sighed contently before sitting up and yawning. Scratching his stomach and rubbing the sleep from his eyes Riley looked around his room and smirked when he saw a large tray with an arrangement of food on the bedside table.
Smirk widening he pulled back the covers and sat up straight while he took hold of the tray as he decided what he was going to eat first.
Biting his lip he took a strawberry and bit into it; the younger moaned as the sweet tang burst all throughout his mouth. It was so fresh and sweet he doubted if was an actual fruit at all. Closing his eyes he savoured the taste until the small fruit was gone, he frowned but took another one and looked around the room.
It looked like a normal bed room. The walls were a light cream color with tanish trims, a queen sized bed up against the right wall so both sides were open, it had a large window adjacent to the door that looked over what he assumed was the back courtyard and garden. In front of the window was a desk and chair, he had a TV hanging on the wall and shelves that held both an Xbox and PlayStation along with an assortment of games for each with bean bag chair in front. Next to that was the closet where his clothes were, though he didn't really have much just a few hand-me-downs from Damon until they could get some proper shopping done.
Picking up the fork and knife Riley began cutting the airy fluffy pancakes that Damon had cooked and took a bit enjoying the syrup soaked pastries. As he ate he noticed a note that leaned against his orange juice, swallowing he picked it up and read it,
Riley love,
I hope you enjoy your breakfast I made it just for you.
I expect you to meet me down in the dungeon after you eat. Don't bother wearing boxers today you won't need them.
Love,
Your master Damon
Riley sat silently as he chewed wondering what lessons he was going to be taught today.
He crinkled his nose at the memory of learning what the flogger did and how it can either feel really good or really bad. He hoped it was something nice and easy because even though it had been a week he still had to lay in a certain position so his wounds wouldn't rub up against the sheets.
Shrugging he finished his pancakes as he downed his orange juice and took the small bowl of strawberries with him.
Not bothering to change at all Riley made his way down the stairs past the kitchen to the basement door. Not as intimated the young pilot made his way down to the dungeon while munching happily on the sweet fruit. Strawberry juice running down the sides of his mouth as he tried to catch it all but failed.
Standing at the foot of the stairs he smiled as he saw Damon sitting at the small bath section. Steam already rolling out of the tub.
Damon looked up and smirked when he saw his new sub standing there ready to take on his new lesson. Which really wants a lesson per say; it was more of a clean up thing to be completely honest. Smiling he waved Riley over to him,
"Ahh good morning Riley Love, I see you enjoyed your breakfast." The younger gave a sheepish smile and nodded,
"Good morning Master Damon. I did enjoy my breakfast, thank you for cooking it for me." Damon couldn't help but melt at the good manners from this kid. From what Hoyt had said he was nothing like his brothers; Riley was sweet, innocent and well mannered, everything Damon could ask for in a sub. Maybe if Riley was good he would be able to go to a formal gathering sooner than he thought.
"You're very welcome Riley. So are you ready?" Riley hesitated before nodding,
"Yes Master Damon, so what's my lesson today?" Damon lead Riley to sit on the tub while he stripped the kid of his pants and folded them setting them down next to them. Just as Damon said Riley choose not to even bother with boxers knowing that they were going to end up being extra clothing. Damon stood up and turned to a set of cabinets and gathered a few things causing Riley to watch him carefully trying to see what he was grabbing before he turned back to the young pilot.
Setting the things down Riley saw they were a razor, shaving cream, a towel, and some lotion. Confused he watched as Damon shook up the shaving cream and lathered his leg so it was covered with the white foam. Riley didn't object and was simply confused as to why Damon was shaving his legs. Drawing the razor up his leg once, twice and then swishing it in the water and wiping it on the small towel he got and then repeating. He let this happen for a few moments before he asked,
"Um, master?" Damon hummed his response as he looked up at him through the corners of his eyes, "Why are you..." Riley trailed off gesturing to the razor as Damon said,
"Shaving you? Because from now on I want you to remain hairless okay?" Riley nodded even though he was a little saddened that he had to lose the hair on his legs. It felt as though it made him a man, but as the razor was brought up past his thigh he realized Damon now was the one calling the shots in his life. He no longer was the one dictating himself anymore. With that in mind he leaned back and bit his lip and just let Damon run the razor over his skin taking off the hair that made itself home there.
Once the hair on his legs was removed Damon spread them apart and started applying the cream to Riley's gentitles. The young pilot gasped at the contact with the razor to his sensitive and delicate balls and tried to sit up protecting them,
"No, not there!" He pleaded, Damon just scoffed and pushed the kids hands away,
"Just relax. It'll be over before you know it if you just let me." Swallowing thickly Riley tried to push Damon's hand away but immediately regretted it as he got a threatening look from his new master.
"Please! At least let me do it?" Riley tried to negotiate as fear spread through him and he chewed his lip. Damon sighed and shook his head,
"I'll be done within minutes if you just move your hands." Again Damon pushed Riley's hands out of the way.
The younger groaned nervously as he felt the cold metal of the razor run along his base. The brunette let out an anxious noise as he tried to busy his hands by running them through his hairs as the blade slowly met with his skin and quickly pulled off. The pull of the pubic hair causing shivers of worry through him as he shifted making Damon pull back the razor unexpectedly and threw a pointed glare at the younger.
"RILEY!" The pilot looked down at Damon, his lip pulled between his teeth, an uneasy glint in his eyes,
"Sorry." Damon growled lowly swallowing his feeling his anger rise and showing ,
"You're perfectly fine Riley, sit still I'm almost done. Stop squirming." Giving a small whimper he chewed the inside of his cheek as he sat back and let Damon spread his legs for more access. Taking a deep breath Riley tried to busy himself by looking away but the feeling of the blade grazing against his nut made him look back quickly earning an annoyed glare from Damon as he warned,
"You squirm one more time Riley and I swear I will redden that sweet ass of yours without any mercy. Sit Still." Sighing a breath full of nerves he leaned his head back and closed his eyes trying to ignore the feeling of the blade run across his anus. Closing his eyes tight he pictured he was back home, challenging his brother to a milk chugging contest, or working on some project, anywhere that wasn't here.
Whimpering Riley tried to close his legs feeling the blade run over already shaved skin he heard a growl come from below him and Damon put down the razor before standing up,
"Riley I meant what I said. Don't you dare think my threats are empty. Now you've just earned yourself a punishment. Go to the closet and pick your tool." Riley felt his heart drop into his stomach, he was just nervous! Surly Damon was able to see that,
"Damon I-" But he was cut off by Damon pointing towards the closet a firm glare in his eyes. Riley bit his lip as he made his way over to the closet and opening the door.
The young pilot was met with racks upon racks of kink tools. One held paddles while the others held different length floggers and whips while the adjacent to that were long sticks with decorative handles. Riley felt his stomach churn as Damon was making him choose his punishment instead of Damon deciding for him. Biting his bottom lip he could feel a dark cloud of shame fall over him. He didn't want to choose! Why couldn't Damon choose for him? He choose everything else for him now anyways why couldn't he choose his punishment.
"Hurry up Riley." Damon's hard voice could be heard from outside the half closed door. Sighing he walked over and grabbed a stick off the wall and walked out to Damon closing the door behind him. Damon was standing next to the regular table his arms crossed and his jaw tensed dangerously. Riley whimpered to himself making his way over to his new angered master and handed him the stick.
Damon raised an eyebrow, surely the boy didn't realize what he was handing him. But Riley's head hung low evading eye contact as he chewed his lip nervously. Damon took hold of the cane and gestured to the table saying a clipped,
"Bend over." The young pilot did as he was told bending over the table spreading his legs and presenting his ass to Damon who said,
"Do you know what this is Riley?" Damon held the stick in front of his face. Riley looked up confused as he shook his head,
"No sir."
"It's called a cane. I rarely use it for play. It, to me, should strictly be a punishment tool. Give it a kiss Riley." The younger looked up at his master even more confused asking,
"Why Master?" Now normally Damon would have told him 'because Im your master and you do as you're told.' However Damon, this time, gave an actual explanation,
"Because as a sub you are to show respect for the tools I punish you with. Now give it a kiss." Riley, not really sure how to feel about kissing the tool that was going to punish him, reached his neck out and gave it a quick kiss and looked up at Damon for reinforcement. However he was met with a cool look causing him to give the cane yet another kiss to please him. With a small look upwards he saw that same cold eye and gave the cane a third and final kiss as it was pulled away and placed on his ass,
"Breath deep." The younger barely took a deep breath before a hard smack of the cane was met with the meat of his ass. Yelping he jumped up right and instantly went to touch the wound.
"Oww Master th-" He was cut off by Damon roughly resetting him and bending him over the table hissing in his ear,
"Don't you ever do that again do you understand me? If I put you somewhere you don't fucking move from that stance is that clear?" Riley nodded quickly definitely not used to this side of Damon. He let Damon bend him back over the table and in a cool voice he said,
"Deep breath." Riley took a deeper breath than before as the cane tapped over his skin lightly before he was met with a hard smack causing another pained yelp leave his lips.
Damon continued tapping his ass a few times before winding his arm back quickly and snapping the cane on the soft flesh of Rileys ass. The younger's pained cries grew with volume as he did those actions over and over. Giving the brunette about three to five light taps to tender him up to take the actual hit as punishment.
Riley tried his best to keep a mental count but to be honest it was impossible if he wasn't counting out loud. He only made it to about ten when the pain was all he could think about. His breathing soon became labored as tears welled up in his eyes and he found himself on the verge of begging Damon to stop.
The blows were traveling up and down his ass, definitely not giving any part of his butt a rest and spreading out the pain so there was no way he would be able to sit or lie down without it hurting he was sure. He found himself clenching whenever the last light tap was given and the cane left him for a few seconds and then the real blow would come crashing down on his sensitive ass. He mewled and yelped as it connected and reddened his derrière, he shifted and tried to move out of the way of the blows causing an irritated sigh to leave Damon's lips.
Then it all stopped. The cane was placed in front of him and he thanked God it was over as a tear finally fell down his face. He was about to thank Damon when he felt rope being tied around his ankles and his legs being spread to the legs of the table making it so he wouldn't be able to move as much, and as he was about to ask Damon what he was doing when more rope was tied around his wrists and tied again to the legs of the table.
Riley blushed as he was spread eagle in front of Damon and couldn't move. The cane was once again picked up and Riley felt his heart drop into his stomach once again,
"Now either you hold still, or we can do this all day. Because I really wouldn't mind if I heard your pretty little screams into the night." Riley screamed as he felt the canes hardest hit so far connect with him causing pain to shoot up his spin rapidly. But Damon didn't let up, the light starter taps disappeared and it was all hard hits with a few seconds in between. Rileys voice grew hoarse as his constant screaming and yelling in pain filled the hollow room along with the few loud smacks of the cane.
Damon sighed as he heard Riley start to beg,
"PLEASE DAMON! PLEASE STOP! IM SORRY!" Damon knew he learned his lesson but he wanted to break the kid down for the night. Damon knew how to effectively punish a sub, and even if they've learned their lesson you give them more just to make sure they understand it. Damon didn't stop punishments unless his sub was out of fight. And as Rileys screaming died down to whimpers and sobs Damon had finally broken him down,
"M-mas-ster, pl-please st-stop. I-I-I beg of y-you." Rileys plea was broken by sobs that caused a twinge of regret to pass through Damon. Maybe he was a little too harsh on him, Riley still was an unbreached sub after all. The master could clearly see the dark purple welts that were marking their way into the young pilots skin, and decided he was done for the day. He set the cane down upon hearing Rileys sobbing and hitch breathes and began to untie him.
Riley felt as if it had been forever since Damon started the punishment. The pain still coursed through his veins like molten lava singeing his nerve endings on contact. He didn't know just a stick would be able to bring him to such a state as he tried to catch his breath only to fail and began sobbing again. He felt himself being turned around and immediately he wrapped his arms around Damon desperate to show his master he was sorry.
"I'm sorry Damon, I won't do that ever again. I'm soo sorry. Please forgive me!" He cried into the crook of Damon's neck while the elder wrapped his arms around him and picked him up.
Careful now not to touch his butt Damon carried him over to the couch and sat down letting Riley calm down at his own pace. He let the younger sob and cry out his pain while rubbing the small of his back in calming circles.
When nothing was left but a few silent tears and clogged up sniffles Damon ran his fingers through mussed up brunette locks causing said brunette to look up at him. His deep brown eyes red and puffy and his swollen cheeks tear stained as he whipped the wet droplets away. His breath hitching as he sniffled softly and whimpered,
"I'm sorry Master Damon." Damon nodded moved Riley so he could get up and gather a wash cloth and a small bowl of cold water. He set the bowl next to him while laying Riley over his lap and draping the cool cloth over Rileys ass which Damon was sure was still on fire. Running it over the hot welts to not only cool them down but to also numb Rileys nerves so he'd be able to rest. He heard a grateful moan leave the young brunette as he sighed,
"Thank you Master." Damon hummed in response as he wetted the cloth again asking,
"Riley do you understand why I did what I did?" The brunettes mind fuzzed as he tried to think of the reason why. He shrugged,
"Because I shifted when you were shaving me?" Damon chuckled shaking his head lovingly,
"Nope. Try again." Damon ran the cold cloth up Riley's back causing the younger to shiver and jump. When the pilot groaned and shook his head he said,
"I'm not sure than." Damon wetted the cloth once again before running it over the brunettes sore ass his tone going serious as he said,
"Riley I punished you because I said I would. It's not about you shifting because you were nervous I understand that. However I told you I would punish you for not doing as told." Riley turned his head towards Damon asking,
"So I wasn't punished for being scared?" Damon shook his head saying,
"No absolutely not. One of the things I can't stand is when my subs don't take me seriously. So when I say something you best follow my words from now on. Okay Riley?" The younger nodded unsure whether to be happy that Damon understood him, or to be scared that even if it wasn't his fault entirely he was still going to get punished for it.