I was startled awake in the middle of the night by a hand over my mouth. I tried to pry it off and heard a gentle "Shhhh…" from above me. The scent of microban and black tea wafted over me. It was impossible to see anything through the pitch blackness of my room, but I knew that scent.

Kabuto?

I relaxed, and the hand removed itself. I felt him bend down over me. He whispered in my ear in a voice barely audible, even in the silence of my cell.

"Still want that kiss?"

I answered him, speaking more quietly than I had been breathing seconds before.

"Yes. Yes!"

His lips caught the edge of my mouth, then he readjusted to kiss me fully. Our lips melded together, and it was hard to keep myself as quiet as I knew he wanted me to be. His lips were soft, but he crushed them against me with such fervor that the kiss felt rough. I could feel a spot on my bottom lip bruising against my teeth. Seconds later, he withdrew. I reached into the darkness where he had just been standing to try to touch his face, but he was gone. I lay in the darkness for what felt like hours after that, listening, but I didn't hear him again. I don't know when I fell asleep, but hours later I awoke to the same knocking as normal.

Was last night a dream? Or a nightmare?

I laid in bed for another second, trying to reorient myself in the world. The knocking got louder. I got up and crossed the room quickly, opening the door and starting my normal routine of getting ready.

"You took longer than normal to answer, Melo. You only get nine minutes to get ready today."

"That's so not fair."

"So I hope you use your total of eight minutes wisely, then."

I glared at him and brushed my teeth, wincing as my tongue found the raw spot on my lip from the night before.

So it was real.

I finished up and made my bed with seconds to spare. We started walking to the treatment room.

"Maybe I'll start you off with eight minutes instead of ten from now on, since it was so easy for you."

"I'm going to start moving slower on purpose."

"That only punishes you, I don't care if your face is washed or your bed is made. You do."

"You're so mean."

We arrived at the treatment room. A line of several strips of fabric with different bits in the middle laid across the desk next to two different striking tools and…I blushed.

"You had such a good time with the suction vibrator the other day, I thought I'd keep it around."

I decided to change the subject. I gestured to the other objects.

"What are those?"

"I suppose it's best to get your questions out of the way now. It'll be much harder in a moment. Now, change and we'll begin."

He smirked at me.

That didn't answer my question though.

I picked up my paper gown and waited for him to turn away. He did not.

"Aren't you going to…ummm…"

"Are you still embarrassed? Fine."

He laughed, then turned to face the wall as usual. I changed quickly, then sat on the edge of the treatment table..

"Done."

"Great."

He pricked my finger to collect the blood sample he needed, then connected the heart monitor. I pointed to the things on the desk.

"I notice that you still haven't explained any of those."

"Those are gags. Different ones achieve different effects, so I'll allow you to choose the one you want today."

"And those?"

I pointed to the striking tools.

"This is a crop, and that is a silicone paddle. We'll be using them both on you today."

I felt myself tense up.

"Since you'll have a gag in, you'll need to be able to communicate with me nonverbally. I'm going to have you hold something. If you drop it, we'll stop. Understand?"

"I don't know about this, I haven't had anyone use anything like this on me before and…"

He curled a finger under my chin and tilted my head up until our eyes met. His gaze was intense.

"This is today's test, Melo."

I bit my lip anxiously, and felt my tongue brush against the raw spot again.

"And while we're testing, that places you under my care. That means I take full responsibility for your health and well being. You'll be okay."

I let out a breath and nodded.

"Okay."

"Now, if you need me to stop, you'll drop what I've given you to hold. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Pick the gag you want to use today."

I looked over at the table. There were several to choose from. There was one with a bright red ball in the middle, one with a metal ring, one with what looked like a wiffle ball, one with a purple silicone rod about three inches long, and one that was a thick looking black panel.

"The last one, I think."

"On which end?"
"The one with the panel, please."

"Oh, a 'please'? I'm almost sorry that we're using these today if you're planning on being that polite the whole time. Almost."

He walked over to the desk and picked up the one that I asked for, then returned to me and tied it around my mouth.

"You can still breathe fine through your nose, right?"

"Mmmph."

He laughed at me.

"You will need to nod."

I nodded my head 'yes'.

"Then bend over the table here, we're going to use the crop next."

I held out my hand.

You said I would have something to drop. Where is it?

"Bend first,"

I glared at him and did as he asked. I curled my left arm and nestled my face down against it like it was a pillow. I kept my legs pressed together behind me, and with my height that meant that my stomach was still raised slightly off the table. I reached my right arm back.

"Good. Now hold this. I think you know where it goes, right?"

He placed the suction vibrator in my hand. I felt my face burning.

I can't use this with him standing behind me and watching like that, it's too embarrassing!

"Go on, you can use it to relax a little before we start."

"Mmm-mm."

I shook my head 'no'. I looked back at him. He had picked up the crop and was standing behind me, twirling it in his hands. The light reflected off his glasses so that I could not see his eyes. He let out a sigh, and then started moving the end of it over me lightly.

"Well, if you don't feel the need to use it, that's fine. All I require is that you hold it and drop it if you need to. We can move on without it."

He moved the end of it over my ass, then lightly struck my left cheek through the paper gown. I winced, then exhaled. He barely moved to do it, it only took a flick of his wrist, but it still stung.

Is it going to hurt like this the whole time?

He traced the end of it over my other check, then repeated the motion. I felt myself wince again, and then I readjusted on the table so that my head once again rested in the crook of my left arm.

"Are you sure you don't want to use that?" he purred.

Maybe it would help…

I slipped my right hand and the vibrator under myself and adjusted it until it was in place, then clicked it on to the lowest setting. I immediately felt my body relax. He stood back for several seconds, then used the end of the crop to lightly push my legs apart one at a time. The vibrator hit a sweet spot that sent a jolt all the way through me. He rubbed the end of the crop between my legs, and then brought it up to inspect it.

"So wet for me already, Melo? I knew you'd like it."

I chose to ignore him. He traced the end of it down my legs, pausing to strike symmetrical patterns on the skin of my thighs and over the paper covering my ass. I let out a cry of pain every time, but it was muffled by the gag. He began to fall into a rhythm that I could anticipate. I clicked the vibrator up to its second setting.

I feel floaty…it's so nice…

He started striking a little harder after the vibrator was turned up. He began focusing his attention on my legs, covering every inch of me with marks. The sharp pain of being struck melted into the pleasure from vibrator into a puddle of sensation inside me.

Why does being hurt by him feel so good?

I remembered his expression from the test the day before and looked back at him, eager to see it again. He wore the same disaffected smirk as always.

How disappointing…

He struck again. I let out a moan into the gag, and his eyes closed in pleasure. His shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath, and then his expression returned to normal and he drew his arm back. I winced in anticipation, and he froze, looking up at me. He let his arm fall beside him.

"Watching me, hm? If you're that used to it, we can move on."

Don't stop now, it was just starting to feel good.

I let out a whining noise into the gag, but I don't think he noticed. I held the vibrator off of me for a second, watching him move. He placed the crop carefully on the table, then grabbed the paddle. When he turned to walk back towards me, I noticed that his pants looked extra tight in the front. As he stepped closer, that part of him disappeared from view.

Too late, I already saw. It isn't just me enjoying myself.

"You're going to want that in place. This one hurts."

I clicked the vibrator back down to its lowest setting and put it back in place. I felt him roll my gown up so that I was fully exposed.

No need to be embarrassed, Melo. You saw that bulge. It isn't just you…

He set the end of the silicone paddle on my ass, then drew his arm back and struck where it had rested. I gasped against the gag and immediately clicked the vibrator up to its third setting.

Fuck, that hurt. I need more to balance that one.

He struck the other side, eliciting another gasp.

More, maybe? My skin feels so hot now.

I turned the vibrator up to its fourth setting. It was difficult to stay still and not buck against it now. The feeling was tempered by the slow and repetitive hits from Kabuto's paddle. I began biting the inside of my lips with every strike, then my focus shifted to tasting the raw spot he had left the night before.

He kissed just like I wanted him to…

Another hit.

Warm and rough and desperate…

Another hit, and I felt my legs start to shake. That tight spot in my stomach was growing, and I could feel myself getting closer.

I wish I could have seen him. I want to taste him again…I want…

I looked back at him as he struck again. His hair had started to shake itself loose. He ran his hand through it and tucked it behind his ear, then aimed and swung the paddle again. The knowledge that he was hard when he walked over to pick up the paddle flashed into my head.

I want to taste that, too.

He brought his arm up to swing again. I dropped the vibrator. He froze on the downswing. He dropped the paddle on the ground on his way over to me. His hands had the gag undone before I had fully processed what I was doing.

"What do you need from me, Melo?"

"I want to switch gags."

"Is that all? Fine. What would you like?"

"That second one from the end…the one with the uh…"

I felt my voice getting quieter.

"The one with the…purple."

He took away the panel gag and brought back the one I requested. I watched his shape as he walked away shamelessly, but tried to focus on his face as he returned to me.

"If this is what you want, open your mouth."

It's not, I want you.

I couldn't make myself say that, so instead I looked him up and down slowly. I let my gaze clearly rest on the bulge of his cock under his clothes as I opened my mouth. He once again tilted my face up towards his. He placed one of his hands behind my head, then used the other to slowly guide the dildo gag into my mouth. I closed my lips around it as he inserted it, and I saw him shiver. When it was fully in, he tied it behind my head.

"You can breathe?"

I can breathe just fine. The dildo portion is really small.

I nodded.

"Then let's continue."

I arranged myself in my previous position. He stuck the vibrator back into my hand, and I immediately started using it on the second setting. I let my tongue explore the dildo as the vibrator did its work on me. I felt that tightness in my stomach start to build at an exponential rate. He drug the end of the paddle over me again, then struck me with it again. I sucked on the dildo as he did. The taste of blood from that raw spot on my lip intermixed with my saliva. He fell back into his regular pattern of strikes. I felt myself starting to unravel.

He liked putting this gag on me, I felt it. He likes hurting me, too.

Another strike.

It hurts! It feels so good. I can't stop shaking, I'm gonna…

Another strike. I felt my legs give out underneath me. He paused, possibly waiting for me to drop the vibrator. I turned it up. He traced the end over my ass, then hit a fresh spot near the top that had been exposed by my slow collapse. I moaned into the gag. I felt more of the sound escape around the edges of this one than the last one would let out. I glanced back at him. His face was strained, and he was biting his lip. Another strike. I felt my orgasm start to tear its way out of me, finally. I shook against the table, unable to do anything but ride out the feeling to its fullest. I heard him step back and wait as I came. My whole body clenched and unclenched repeatedly. I dropped the vibrator as soon as I was able, then remained laying on the table trying to steady my breaths.

"Let me put something on this."

I heard him set the paddle on the desk, then open a drawer and pull something out. He put on a pair of nitrile gloves, then started rubbing some kind of cooling balm onto my new wounds.

It's the least you can do, since you left them.

I would normally be embarrassed to have his hands on such a private area, but my skin felt like it was burning. The balm helped. I let my whole weight slump pathetically over the table as he treated the affected area. When he was finished, he walked over to my head. He pricked my finger and collected the blood sample, then disconnected the heart monitor.

"Are you able to change back into your clothes?"

Aren't you forgetting something? Like, this gag?

I looked at him, then pointed to my mouth.

"Is that a 'no'?"

You know that's not what I meant. What game is this? I finished testing today, right?

I stood up, ready to gather my clothes and change. As soon as I put my weight on my legs, I collapsed to my knees. He stepped close in front of me. My face was at crotch height, so I leaned back. He clearly had not found his own release yet, because the bulge was still very visible. My head hit the treatment table behind me. He stepped in again, leaving only an inch of space between us.

"Having trouble?"

I looked up at him, so exhausted that my vision was hazy. He chuckled darkly, then stepped back and reached down to lift me up. He helped me sit on the edge of the treatment table. He stepped back between my legs, pressing our bodies together.

"I should probably help you take this off, huh?" He asked, a mocking tone in his voice.

He smirked at me. He put his hand under my chin and rested his thumb on the gag. He used his thumb against it gently, pushing it deeper into my mouth and letting it move back out. I began licking and sucking on the dildo as he gingerly fucked my mouth with it. As he slowly worked it in and out of my mouth, he grinded his cock against me. Only the fabric of his pants was between us. I felt myself getting wet again, and it left a visible mark. I reached my hands out and let them rest on his hips, pulling him against me. He stopped.

"I'll just get this off, then."

He reached behind my head and untied the gag, then stepped back and placed it on the desk. He placed my clothes on the table beside me, then turned away.

"Change, then we'll take you to your cell."

I dressed carefully. I had to lean against him the whole walk back to the cell. I probably could have walked on my own after the first few steps but…he was warm.