Chapter 5: Fit to be Tied

Warning: Okay, here I am with the next installment. Just a head's up, there is going be a little tying, a little spanking, and some pretend non-con in this next chapter- don't like, then don't read. Though, if this is the case, I might ask you what you are doing in the "M" section to begin with.

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Cerberus

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Chapter Five: Fit to be Tied

Kusama dropped his slippery hand down to his side. With the other, still wrapped around Kami's chest, he held the maid tightly. He leaned in and kissed Kami, tasting his own flavor on the youth's fevered lips he responded, closing his eyes.

Tongues danced in each other's mouths.

Kusama could feel the youth surrender, relaxing back into his powerful arm. Then suddenly Kami stiffened and his eyes widened. Kusama trapped the maid's gasp, beneath his still seeking lips, as his slick finger circled and then made a gentle inquiry into Kami's sweet virgin hole.

Kusama broke the kiss. "There, there, Kami-chan," he soothed. "Relax and you will soon find out how good I can make you feel."

Kami wriggled in his master's lap trying to avoid the man's probing touch, and succeed really in only exciting Kusama more. He put his hands on his master's strong arm and tried weakly to push away the intrusion.

"Please, Kusama-sama, no," Kami pleaded. His protest turned to a sharp moan as his master's unrelenting finger slid in slowly anyway, past the first ring of muscle.

As he was entered, Kami suddenly realized there was a strange feeling accompanying Kusama's probing digit. Floundering to identify it, Hiroki found himself momentarily being pulled back to the surface from the depths of his character.

Nowaki definitely had something wrapped around his finger.

He heard the man then suddenly say, "What's this?" and remove himself from Hiroki's tender entrance.

Nowaki suddenly stood, and Hiroki found himself crashing to the floor.

"What is this?" Kusama repeated, though this time he bellowed the question, his handsome face dark with anger. From the finger that had been most recently been in Kami's interior, a slender silver chain was suspended.

"This was left out on a table in the room you used to change into your uniform, it was a test. And where did I find it?

"You had hidden it there of all places and chose not to confess it? After I had clearly told you my feelings on theft!"

Hiroki suddenly knew where this game was headed. Why Nowaki had asked him about his safe word before they started. His mind was racing to try and find the right answer. At the same time; he was impressed with Nowaki's creativity, not to mention his sleight of hand. Hiroki reached back down and pulled Kami back up.

"Please, Kusama-sama," he begged, "I can explain."

"There is no acceptable explanation!" the businessman shouted. He had dropped the chain on the floor and was pulling off his tie.

Kami shrank down as Kusama loomed over him. He yelped and tried to scramble away, but it was too late, the man had captured both of his wrists in one of his own large hands. With his other, Kusama began binding Kami's hands together with his long tie.

Once the thief's wrists were secure, Kusama pulled the weeping maid over to the table and tied the other end of his tie around one of its sturdy legs.

Kami collapsed in a heap at the table's base. "Please, Kusama-sama" he hiccupped. "My mother is terribly ill and we have no money. My step-father drinks it all away. I only took the necklace because my step-father told me I was too stupid to get this job, but if I came home empty handed he would beat me!"

Kusama seemed to pause and consider what the distraught young thief was telling him.

Encouraged by Kusama's stillness Kami pressed forward breathlessly. "I did not know that I would like you so much, Kusama-sama… That I would truly want to please you, whether you hired me or not.

"Had I known, I would have never taken it, no matter what my step-father threatened. Please Master, I am truly sorry!" Kami prostrated himself on the floor at the man's feet.

Kusama studied the kneeling maid coldly, his blue eyes narrow. "You lie!" he roared. "Just another story from a clever thief! I imagine that all your talk of dragons and snakes was lies as well!"

Kusama acted as though he were going to leave the room. "You stay right there!" he ordered. "I am going to call the police. We'll see how you like dealing with them!"

"Kusama-sama, please, I am telling the truth about everything!" Kami wept. "Please don't call the police, I don't care what they or my step-father will do to me, but the disgrace of it would kill my poor mother. I will do anything you want if you don't call them!"

After this teary declaration, the mortified maid hid his face in his hands.

At these words, Kusama stopped in his tracks. He turned back and observed the desperate maid huddled before him on the floor. After a few moments of contemplation, he moved back towards Kami. On his way across the floor, he stooped and retrieved the silver chain from where it had fallen.

"Anything, you say, Kami?"

Kami did not look up from his hands, he merely nodded brokenly and murmured in a barely audible voice, "Yes, Kusama-sama, anything."

"Very well," Kusama said coolly. "Then I will deal out your punishment myself, though you may find, Kami, that by the time I am finished with you, you might have wished that I had called the police."

With that the tall man leaned down and grabbed Kami around his middle. He pulled the maid around the table, so that the tie binding Kami's hands was stretched tight across its wooden surface. He positioned Kami so the trembling youth was bent over its edge. Kusama flipped back the ruffled skirt of the boy maid's apron revealing Kami's luscious bottom.

"You will count to twenty, Kami, if you miss a number or forget your place, we will start over and this will continue until you have done it perfectly. Tell me you understand."

"I understand, Master," came Kami's tremulous reply.

The youth's knees were shaking and this vibration brought a delicious quiver to his rounded cheeks.

Without any word of warning then, Kusama drew back and let go with a resounding smack to Kami's perfect ass.

Whack!

"One!"

The tethered thief gasped at the sting of the contact and the heat that immediately radiated out from the site of the spanking.

Whack!

"Two!"

Kusama alternated cheeks and was carefully cupping his hand in such a way as to maximize the sound of the blows, and deliver a good jolt to the delinquent's derriere without doing any real damage.

Whack!

"Three!"

By the fifth spank, the warmth from Kami's backside had begun to migrate maddeningly around and had taken up residence in his groin as well. His whole body became flushed.

By the seventh spank Kami was panting heavily, his slender sides slicked with sweat.

Kusama delivered each strike strategically, never hitting in quite the same place twice. He paused in between each, to admire his handiwork, and also began to break up his alternations, so that the poor maid could not anticipate where or when his hand would next fall.

Because his hands were so large, by "Ten!" both of Kami's cheeks were beautifully red. The businessman caressed the glowing flesh gently in between each slap. This contrast of hard blows and tender touches was more torturous than the spankings themselves.

By fifteen, Kami began to wiggle desperately, pulling hard against his restraints as he tried to dodge the blows.

"Be still," Kusama ordered.

Kami began sobbing anew but obeyed.

At seventeen, Kami faltered, barely able to gasp out the number and the whole process had to be started over.

Before he began, Kusama asked gently, "Kami, is there anything you would like to say? A word you wish to offer your Master?"

There was a long pause. "Nnn, no, Kusama-sama," came the maid's stuttered reply.

The second time, Kami lost count at ten.

Again Kusama asked the same question, but Kami had found a bit of pride tucked away somewhere within his aproned chest and his earlier response was repeated.

Kusama stepped up and reached around and under to the front of the Kami's hips and grazed the quaking teen's groin.

Kami gasped, as the man's hand brushed his painfully rigid erection.

More satisfied with this answer than Kami's word, Kusama began again.

This time the stubborn maid successfully arrived at twenty.

Kusama looked at the exhausted thief's gloriously livid cheeks. He could feel the heat of them without even having to touch Kami's agitated flesh. Kusama leaned over and licked the sweat that glistened along the Kami's spine all the way up to the nape of the maid's auburn head.

"Please, let me go now, Kusama-sama." Kami's plea was punctuated by ragged breaths.

"I am not quite through with you yet, Kami-chan," Kusama whispered into the maid's ear. "Unless, of course, you say the word."

Kami said nothing.

Kusama nuzzled the back of the maid's strong slender neck. Then he straightened and took the silver chain that the poor thief had tried to steal and undid the clasp. He draped it around Kami's neck and fastened it.

"I think I will give you this, Kami-chan." Kusama traced the filigree along tender flesh.

"But not for free.

"You tried to take something from me, so now, if what you said is really true, I will take something from you in return for your bauble."

With this, Kusama put his leg between Kami's lean thighs and used it to persuade them to move farther apart.

Then he bent down and began kissing Kami at the start of his cleft. Using his hands to gently spread Kami's still burning cheeks, Kusama then licked down until he at last found the maid's tender pucker. Kami's hips began to buck as Kusama started opening the youth with his tongue. Then he inserted one thick finger and began loosening Kami further.

"You are so tight Kami-chan." Kusama listened to the pained whimpers emerging from under the tousled auburn locks. "Perhaps, there is some truth in what you have said after all." Kusama withdrew his intruding finger momentarily.

Kami closed his eyes and heard the sound of a lid being popped open; soon he felt the finger return, slicked with a cool gel and inserted into his hot orifice. Then after he'd adjusted, Kusama began to slide this in and out slowly.

As the man's finger brush a place inside him that sent a thrill coursing through his whole body, Kami found himself, unconsciously pushing back into this touch, hoping to provoke the sensation again. He lost himself and all the pain in his ass for a moment, seeking.

Kami was jolted back into the present, however, when suddenly his master's finger was removed and something hot and much larger was pressed against his entrance.

Talk about a cock block! Yeah, I know I am awful, but it's just so fun to torture you too and not just poor Hiroki/Kami.

And hey, Ashley Tangerine, so good to hear from you. While I can't give you a Nowaki, I can give you a new chapter. Hope you enjoy... I'll keep the paramedics close by.

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