Hello lovely people! Here is the second chapter :)
Warning: D/s, Punishment, Slash, Sex...etc...
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Monday
Toshiro woke to the sounds of Gin getting ready for the day. He smothered a groan as his small body tried to stretch in the bed. The bruises and welts from last night made themselves known in the sharp little pains and soreness they left in their wake. A shock of white hair peaked from under the comfort, teal eyes narrowing at the flashing 7:00 o'clock in annoyance. He froze at the feel of long fingers wrapping around his ankle. Then a hard yank sent him down to the foot of the bed.
Gin leaned over him with a grin, his hands moving to grip his thighs. Toshiro glared through the sharp pain one hand digging into the bruise on his inner thigh.
"Mornin' Toshiro, lovely isn't it?"
"Bastard." Toshiro bit out in response, grimacing at the flares of agony in his protesting body.
The smaller male winced, the pressure now on his hips, the twin bite marks purple against his skin. He refused to give in though. Gin had been true to his word last night; Toshiro's lips were swollen from the older male slamming his cock down his throat. Those usually slit blue eyes had opened enough to watch in satisfaction as he held his small submissive on his cock for a few extra moments. Toshiro's scalp still protested from the rough treatment.
"Now, ya' gonna take a shower, then get ya' ass back in here." It was a demand, not a question. "Are we understood?"
Toshiro moved to sit up, but a hand pressing into the bruise on his collarbone had him flinching back down. He bit back his whimper of pain and turned his neck away from the sting, unconsciously baring his neck to his dominant lover, whose grin only turned predatory at the show of vulnerability.
"We're understood…Sir," Toshiro finally replied, getting enough room to get up as Gin moved away.
The white-haired male was well aware of the gaze that slithered over his sore body. He could imagine the sound of snake's hissing in his ears, possessive even when the snake itself was away. The door closed behind him, giving a little freedom to do as he pleased. He didn't look much better in the mirror from how he felt, the love marks making a skipping path down his body while purple fingerprints enclosed his limbs.
A hiss escaped his parted lips as the shower's spray washed over his form. The water soothed the soreness that his lover had caused in his anger. He became aware of the morning problem that decided now was the perfect time to make itself known. Toshiro glanced through the fogged glass, the door locked and tightly shut. His hand wrapped around his awoken hardness, gripping roughly before sliding down the taut skin. He moved his palm with desperation, knowing his time was limited. Toshiro bit his arm, the moans of pleasure rising in volume. Gin would beat him if he knew what he was doing and his ass was already a nice shade of red and blue.
His back bowed as he came, arching away from the wall he had leaned on. The cum immediately washed away down the drain, his member becoming soft in his hold. Knowing he has been in the shower for too long, Toshiro finished up quickly.
When Toshiro opened the door, Gin was sitting on the bed mostly dressed; pants still unbottuned and his chest visible underneath the open shirt. His grin held an edge to it, almost accusing or knowing. The silver fox merely crooked his finger at Toshiro, indicating the spot between his spread legs. The small submissive pulled his towel tighter, coming to stand between the parted thighs.
"Don't tell me ya' shy now pet," Gin said, leaning back on his hands. "Drop tha' towel."
Toshiro let the towel pool around his feet. "May I get dressed now?"
"No, that's ma' job now Toshiro. I even got somethin' special for ya'," Gin wrapped a hand around his wrist. "But ya' need to learn somethin' first."
A surprised noise ripped from the small male's throat, the hand on his wrist pulling him over the older male's lap. Toshiro froze at the hand stroking over his already bruised bottom. "Gin, please I am sore…"
The sentence faded into a pained moan, a hard palm landing solidly against his defenseless flesh. The burn within his skin was easily starting already, soreness giving way to the ignited flame. White locks fell into the teal eyes as the bright irises glazed over in unshed tears. His body struggled to get away from the iron grip and it's punishing force.
"That not how ya' address me Toshiro," Gin taunted. "Let's try again."
"Master! Please stop!" Toshiro let his sobs go, his already bruised and broken body couldn't withstand the treatment so soon after the previous punishment.
"But ya' were a naughty boy, ya' came without my permission," Gin continued, ignoring the pleas and cries. "I don't remember given ya' permission ta' do that. Do ya?"
Toshiro turned his face into his inner arm, smothering his cries. 'Fucking bastard.'
"Answer the question Shiro," Gin tilted his leg, upturning the more sensitive parts of the small male's thighs.
"No Master, you didn't," Toshiro gritted out through chocked sobs.
"That's right an' who do ya' belong to?"
"You, Master."
"Correct again an' ya' will do well ta' rememba' that," Gin increased the pace of his slaps, aiming for all the sore spots of Toshiro's beaten ass and the already formed bruises. "Ya' mind, soul, an' body is mine. Every inch is fo' me ta' possess, ta' love, and ta' own. Mine, Toshiro."
"Yours."
Toshiro could feel the man's grin grow in depth as he repeated the word with every swat that he delivered on the boy's blazing bottom. His arm no longer gave Toshiro a way to smother his sobs, the sound breaking through the barrier. He let himself float in the feelings of being posessed and the slow burn of arousal his body had become accustomed too. Eventually, the sound of Gin's voice broke him from his haze and he blinked, tears still running down his face.
"Hoped ya' learned ya' lesson," Gin said, grabbing a box Toshiro failed to notice. " We wouldn't wanna repeat it now, or we might hav' ta' go back ta' tha' beginnin'."
Toshiro internally cringed at the thought when Gin had first taken Toshiro as a submissive. That was something the younger one would rather not revisit. Gin had been determine to prove the dominance he had in the relationship and somewhat tame the white-haired male. He had done so through a series of punishments and a month of bruising the boy's body.
The objects within the box weren't much better in Toshiro's opinion. Gin grabbed him by his upper arm when he tried to step away.
"Be a good boy an' let me dress ya'." Gin grabbed the white thigh-high stockings first, holding each one out for Toshiro to step into.
The skirt that came next could barely be described as such; the black silk lace just passed a few centimeters past the curve of his thighs. Toshiro flushed in humiliation at every new piece of article of clothing. White fingerless gloves, black studded wrist and ankle cuffs, and then he pulled out the one thing Toshiro only wore when Gin requested it. A black studded collar that had Property of Ichimaru Gin engraved on the inside. To finish it Gin hooked a leash into his collar and leaned back to admire his work.
"My, my what a picture ya' make pet," Gin purred, one finger curving down Toshiro's neck.
Toshiro clenched his fist as the other male towered over him and kissed his check mockingly. The bastard indicated for Toshiro to follow him into the living room. Gin pointed out the new additions to the house, in various places were brand new cams.
"I hav' ta' keep an eye on ya', these all connect to ma' laptop," Gin replied to the shocked look on Toshiro's face. Bending down Gin pulled on the leash until his face brushed against the lightly tanned skin of Toshiro's neck. "Startin' ta' get tha' meanin' of lock down now?"
"I hate you," Toshiro said, the mental shackles reforming in hinds eye. The situation was truly becoming real and the feeling of lost freedom crawled under his skin.
Gin smirked in victory. "Then let me make ya' un-hate me
The small male's protest was cut off as Gin devoured his mouth. The man's lips dominated the swollen ones and he took inhaling Toshiro from the inside out. Gin's hands lifted the too-short skirt up over Toshiro's hips, slipping fingers between his cheeks. The necessity to breathe became evident as they pulled away, Gin sucking another mark opposite of its twin. When the long fingers were presented to the red lips Toshiro sucked them into his mouth, his tongue curling around and wetting each digit.
The wet fingers pressed against the tight entrance, two fingers restlessly pushing past the tight muscle. Toshiro rocked on his toes, letting the fingers press deeper in and stretch him. Gin backed them against the wall, shoving a third finger inside and making Toshiro claw at his master's shoulders when Gin hit the right spot. The tingles of pleasure were addictive as the sensitive gland was rubbed harder with every inward press of Gin's fingers.
Gin removed his fingers and lifted Toshiro against the wall. His skirt hiked up over his evident arousal and Toshiro's face flushed at how embarrassing it looked. His head thud against the wall as Gin pressed in, his member thick and long, the stretch always came with the slow burn. It was only a minute before the pace was brutal and violent. Gin let his fingers rest on the side of Toshiro's neck and his other hand dug with bruising force into his hip. Toshiro's eye locked with the stormy blue glazed with pleasure, Gin dominated his mouth again, much in the same way his fucking was controlling the boy's body.
They were both on the edge but only one went over into oblivion, Toshiro cried out in desperation as his cock was clasped by a silver ring. The white-haired male didn't even realize when Gin had pulled that out of his pocket, let alone on him. The fox lifted his face from the tanned shoulder and let Toshiro slide to the floor. Teal eye watered in need as Gin buttoned up his pants and shirt, grabbing his work bag and only stopping to look back once he was at the door.
"I want tha' house spotless everyday an' dinner done before I'm home," Gin said, his eyes taking in the wrecked male on the living room floor. "Tha' cock ring stays on an' Toshiro. Welcome ta' Lock Down."
Toshiro whimpered on the floor as the door was slammed shut, his eyes on its lock, listening to the sound of tires peel out of the driveway. Then lust-blown eyed the cams. He looked at his cock in dismay, feeling the gush of Gin's cum sliding out of his body. "Fucking Bastard!"
'More like Welcome to Hell.'
Hope you enjoyed! ~ DanceOfSakura