The long and awaited chapter that has kept me up and pushing the boundaries of my writer's block until it clicked. It is a relief to get it out so I can move on to the others.
Warning: Punishment, Language, D/s,and etc..
Also I would like for people to tread carefully in this chapter because part of the punishment is by use of child material. Not heavily but it is implied in this chapter. If you find a problem with it then I would ask you to wait for a new chapter and skip over. I do not know how much I can stress this but the warning is there.
Disclaimer: Do not own, all rights go to respective owners.
Happy Reading! ~DanceOfSakura
Tuesday
It was one day and 13 hours into Toshiro's personal hell, the second day and he was already becoming fidgety. Lock Down was turning into his biggest enemy, between the constant sore bottom and denied pleasure; it was the confinement he hated most. He rather takes the spankings everyday then not be aloud to go out and enjoy the day. That was saying something.
The sun was streaming through the curtains with a light breeze billowing them from time to time. It was easy to ignore it when he kept the blinds closed but the house needed to be aired out from the cleaning chemicals. That left him with a sense of longing, usually he was always out and if Ichigo was allowed they would spend the time together. He folded up the last of the laundry, neatly stowing them away upstairs before trudging into the living room.
He flopped on the couch, the poor excuse of a skirt flying up and he hastily pulled it down. Mentally he checked off all the chores and meaningless task Gin had given him, coming up with nothing in the end. The teasing press of the plug caressing his insides came to mind as he shifted to sit up but discarded the thought just as quickly.
'He would know, the snake always knows,' his mind reminds him but then he grins. 'All though he implied I wasn't allowed to go anywhere, he didn't state it.'
Toshiro lets the thought compel him, feet slapping up the stairs and to his closet. He slips out of the skirt easily, shackles clunking onto the carpet freeing his thin wrist but his hands pause at the collar.
'Just for an hour or two,' he reasons, letting the leather and chain fall to his feet.
He leaves the pile on the floor, throwing on a pair of jeans and one of his longer shirts, attempting to conceal that he was half-hard. Something that has become normal for him since Sunday, Gin only added the plug and cock ring this morning after catching him trying to relieve himself. He was sure his ass was borderline purple more so then red after that. The burn had soothed down to a dull ache that flared when he sat down.
'The bastard,' Toshiro scowled internally before a small satisfied small crossed his features and he was running out the house.
It was 6 by the time Gin arrived home; he had to stay after work to print a few extra needed documents. Toshiro was waiting for him by the door, eyes lowered and hands clasped behind his back. The perfect picture of obedience but the older male knew other wise. Silently, the smaller male took his laptop case and set it by the stairs. Gin leaned against the front door arms crossing over his chest, his silted eyes took in the other's appearance, only serving him to remember the papers in his back pocket that were the real reason he stayed late.
"Whatcha' do ta' day pet?" Gin asked, the grin on his face widening as the smaller male tried to keep his body relaxed.
"I cleaned the house then I read," Toshiro answered, which was partially true, just devoid of what happened in-between.
"That all?" the pale lids opened enough that Toshiro could see the ice blue eyes burning into him.
His shoulders tensed under scrutinize of the older male, his mind running of the possibility of him already knowing. He ran over his own appearance assured that he put everything back the way Gin had dressed him. His body tensed when he realized the cool metal that usually swayed with his every movement was missing from its place.
The leash. The goddamn leash of all things.
The pounding of his heart deafened his ears; his breath shuddered trying to think of every excuse. He dropped his eyes letting his bangs fall into his face, his face flushed in guilt. He stood still, slowly becoming calm again answering with a simple, "Yes."
"I see," Gin's eyes closed again the grin turning a little sharper, "What's fa' dinner?"
"Pasta."
Gin hummed a little, pushing away from the wall in one fluid movement. Toshiro followed the lithe frame to the kitchen, a light shiver rocking through him when the cool tile touches the soles of his feet. Instead of going to his side of the table, he sat on the floor next to Gin's chair which was his designated spot when being punished. He winced when his abused flesh touched the chilling floor, hurriedly tucking his skirt under him for relief. Toshiro felt a burst of anger flash through him when his dinner was given to him. It was like being a toddler again, the plate was character themed with a bear and the fork was too wide almost toy like in its design. Gin only gave him this set when he was displeased that he had ignored an order after punishment was dealt.
'He knows,' his mind whispers, the words running in circles.
He feels Gins shadow looming over him, the jean clad legs just inside of his vision. Long fingers lift his head until his back is arched, looking up at the tall male from his bangs. "Ya' should eat pet."
"I'm not really hungry," Shiro tries; the fingers lightly grip his chin in warning.
"Eat," it's not a suggestion anymore, it's a demand.
Toshiro let's his head drop down, lips curling in distaste at the colorful plate. "Yes, Sir."
The white haired male doesn't move when Gin sits down and tucks into his own food. He wanted nothing more to throw the plate across the room and stomp off. He hated being treated like a child because of his small stature and looks; he was easily mistaken as one. Toshiro sighs in annoyance; glaring at Gins feet he numbly eats his meal. By the time he is done, Gin is leaning back in his chair eyeing him with a casualness that Toshiro didn't like. Rising from his perch, intent on cleaning up the mess, he's stopped when a finger wrap into the ring on his collar.
"Why do I give ya' rules Toshiro?" the answer is innocent but the blue in Gin's eyes says otherwise.
"To assure my safety and obedience," Toshiro recites, almost reverting back to his training days.
"Do I expect ya' to follow tha' rules?" the finger tightens, bringing the small male even closer to his older lover.
"Yes," Shiro mutters, feeling caught in the other's presence.
"What happens when ya' disobey tha' rules?" Gin shifts side ways, his other hand firmly pressed over the already fingered shaped bruises.
"You punish me."
"That's right," Gin loosens his finger, letting it slide down the slightly tan chest. "Where's ya leash?"
"I took it off," the white haired male answers honestly, wincing when the fingers bite into the fresh marks on his hip.
"Did ya' go anywhere?"
"I already said I cleaned the house and read," Shiro said with annoyance edging his voice which quickly died when Gin stood over him, a hand fisting his hair now.
"Ya' a horrible lair sweetheart," chuckling the older male let's go of the newly bruised flesh and throws the papers in his back pocket onto the wood table.
Toshiro heart stutters when Gin forces him to look at the pictures, the pictures of him. One of leaving the house and another of him coming back divested of everything except the plug and ring. He visibly shudders when the clothed body presses against his bare chest. A cool hand snaked its way under the white material, wrapping dexterous fingers around the smaller male's member. The hand teasingly strokes the smooth skin slowly bringing the younger one to full mass. Shiro moans when the touch becomes rougher then a surprise noise leaves him when Gin grips him tightly. He whimpers pathetically, letting his head fall onto the table, his body falling limp. A strong thigh is shoved between his parted legs keeping him upright and steadying his shaking legs.
"Grip tha' table an' keep'em spread," Gin purrs, removing himself from his pleasured dazed pet.
Toshiro nods his head and rest his weight on the smooth wood, already knowing where Gin was going. The older male liked games and was unpredictable when he set his mind to it. He took it upon himself to always hide a toy hidden in each room, making the small male guess on what would inflict his punishment. It would rotate around the house and the cane was the least of his favorites which he had been introduced to on more than one occasion.
'Flogger,' he thinks when Gin returns, leather tails licking at the back of his tensed leg, distracting him from the hand running over his back.
The small male forces himself not to buckle when the tails bite across his unmarred back, leaving red welts rising in place. The air leaves him in short hissing breaths, nails biting into the dark wood, back burning. His blood rushes under the redden marks, pounding with the angry lines. The tails are fueled with Gins disapproval and anger at his younger lover. Toshiro tried resisting; only letting the streams of tears run down his face but he chokes out a sob, finally letting his arms cave in, hearing the flogger smack against the tiled floor. His small body shakes with uncontrolled cries, slightly aware he was being carried somewhere. Burying his face into the pale neck, he calms down to small hiccup breaths until theirs nothing but sniffles leaving him.
The air is warm around them and Toshiro realizes they were in the bathroom, a warm bath was running in the tub. His shackles and collar are removed and set on the counter; next the skirt is pulled off and thrown in the laundry. He rocks on is toes when the plug is eased from his now gaping entrance and fingers run over the stretched rimmed. Pale hands run down his sides before gripping his thighs and lifting him up. Gin sits him down in the water, chuckling at the hiss that leaves the smaller male from his lashed back and kneels besides the tub. Reaching for the body wash he quickly washes the smaller male down, careful of his red welted back.
"Are ya' sorry?" Gin asks, his hands firmly back in the white locks, catching the red teal eyes.
Toshiro shakes his head because he really wasn't sorry and he wants going to say it either. He hated the confinement, even if it was a punishment. Then he treated him like a child, sorry was the last thing he would tell his older lover.
"But I won't do it again," Toshiro murmurs, Gins customary grin spreads across his face at the confession his eyes slitting once again.
"Good boy."
Gin stands and taps the pouting lip of the miffed male and Toshiro already knows what he wants. Shifting on to his knees he unbuttons the other's jeans and coast the erect member from his boxers. Opening his mouth and tilting his head, Toshiro lets the hand in his hair guide him into swallowing the hot flesh. The skin pulsing and smooth on his tongue he sucks greedily as he bobs his head. Taking the cock as deep as he can, he looks up at the other, meeting heated stormy blue eyes drinking him in. Saliva gathers at the corner of his mouth as he begins to deep throat on every down stroke and he can feel his own member bobbing with his movements. He can tell Gin's close and he stays wrapped around the base, swallowing when he gushes down his throat.
Toshiro licks him clean and let's go with a soft moan. He's slightly disappointed when the softening member is tucked back into the dark faded jeans. He's lead out of the tub and into the bedroom where Gin dries him off, also rubbing oil into his beaten back. His anger reignites when Gin pulls out the blue footie pajamas, he starts to protest but a swift hit to his bottom has him shutting up.
"A spankin' is ya' next step Shiro," Gin tells him, chaining one of his legs to the bed. "Then ya' really be like a bratty child."
The small male bites his lip and rolls onto his stomach, staring angrily at the wall. He buries his face in his arms when the lights go out and Gin wanders down stairs. The clock on the nightstand reads nine o'clock and he groans into his arms, hating the blue fabric that covered his body.
'I'm not bratty,' Toshiro thinks lying in the darken room contemplating on how much trouble he would get in if he trashed all the child material.
Hope you enjoyed! This one was a hurtle conquered and like I said I did warn you. So no complaining about it because it will be meet with a sweet smile and a hell lot of back burning sarcasm.
Until next time! ~DanceOfSakura