Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Puppet Master's New Puppet ❯ Chapter 5

There were many sessions between the master and his puppet. Waking up without seeing his master was just another test of how far he was willing to go to please his master. Cloud felt obligated out of sheer devotion to his master to see his master smile or see his master pleasure himself. The blonde had never felt needed this much before. There was very little Cloud remembered from his old life.

 

Cloud even found time to practice wearing the footwear that his master would select for him. Sephiroth would select anything from platforms to tall stilettos. Anything that would question Cloud's balance, thusly Cloud thought it necessary to practice his different katas to maintain balance. His hand to hand combat was to maintain balance. Cloud asked his master if he was allowed permission to practice sword to maintain strength. His master was pleased with his response for permission and granted permission under strict supervision of his master.

 

Time seemed to meld together and thus his life with is master was taking hold of his being. Very rarely was Cloud punished out of disobedience because something would happen to cause Cloud to react in not so pleasing response. He never did anything to spite his master. Thus, this pleasing demeanor that Cloud beheld, Sephiroth was more than pleased to grant Cloud permission to explore the home of his master. Cloud had earned the privilege of wearing clothing, but decided against it. He could deny his master the sight of what was his.

 

Once Cloud felt sure of himself once again with his kata, he then moved to practicing in the footwear of his master's choice. His balance was a little off at first, but his balance was easier to regain because of the effort put forth. His master was immensely pleased with Cloud's enthusiasm to serving his master purely for his master's pleasure. It was during this time that his master chanced on the sight, his puppet wearing calf length platform boots.

 

“So, the puppet is unsure of himself after all,” Sephiroth teased trying to throw Cloud's balance off. He was pleased with the progress his blonde made because the slight interruption had done nothing to disrupt his concentration or balance. “I see you have been practicing.”

 

“Yes master,” Cloud replied, not looking his master in the eye. He was still concentrating on what he was doing. Nothing would stop him until he felt it was enough for the day. Nothing, except his master.

 

“Enough for today puppet,” Sephiroth told him in the same tone he had always used with his slave. He waited for Cloud to finish before speaking again. “You have done well these past few months. Surpassing all of my expectations and completely submitting to you master.”

 

“I would do anything for my master as long as my master is satisfied and happy,” Cloud's quiet reply reached happy ears.

 

“As a reward,” Sephiroth spoke in a hushed tone. He did not want to say the next part, but knew that his puppet had earned the right to make up his mind for himself. “As a reward, you may choose to be my puppet. You may also go back to your old life…”

 

“Master is throwing me away?” the blonde asked the question in a hushed whisper that his master had to strain his ears just to listen. He felt as if the world as he knew it were coming to an end; his past life nothing but a distant dream that seemed out of place with his new reality.

 

“No, you have pleased me immensely. I thought that this would have made you the least bit happy,” Sephiroth replied in the same tone he had always used with his puppet. He was pleased that his puppet refused to leave his master. “You wish to stay with your master?”

 

“I live to serve my master,” was the only reply that escaped the blonde's lips.

 

“If you live to serve your master, then worship your master's cock. That will make you master truly happy,” the ex-general commanded his happy little puppet.

 

“Master wants me to pleasure him?” Cloud had never been granted this opportunity before. He was eager to show his master just how much he wanted to please his master.

 

“You always please your master, but I want you to show me your gratitude,” were the only words that were uttered from the happy mouth. The one winged angel approached his puppet. As soon as the master was in front of the puppet, the blonde knelt in front of his master. He was then leashed and had it tied on the post next to the chair. There was enough slack for his puppet to position himself between the master's legs.

 

Cloud knelt in front of his master eager and willing to please. He looked at his master awaited the silent command he knew was to come. With a slight nod from his master's head, he then began to undress his master from the waist down. He moved with agonizing slowness, seeing what would make his master feel pleasured. The puppet had no idea that he was taunting his master, making his master hard in anticipation at what was to come.

 

When the pants were finally removed, the blonde looked at what his master wore underneath all of the leather. Staring Cloud in the face was his master's weeping, tumescent phallus.

 

Sephiroth's cock strained with anticipation, his puppet learned the part of temptress very well. He looked down to see Cloud looking at his erection in awe. Almost as if he had handed his puppet the key to existence. Slowly, the blonde began to stroke the swelling mass of skin and cartilage. The ex-general tilted his head back and reveled in his puppet's touch.

 

Cloud then took all of his master's length in one swallow. He began to bob his head up and down with the same tempo he had started with. Unaware of the effect that he had on his master, the blonde again swallowed his master's length. He then moved to the tip, tender care at what his master would like and despise.

 

Stamina was what prided the ex-general when he claimed his puppet in the ass. He could withhold his orgasm listening to the sweet sounds that his puppet made every time. He had never had a puppet so willing to please and conscientious of his master's need. The blonde had not even started using his tongue and his master was immensely pleased. The one winged angel found himself struggling to maintain control of the situation.

 

Cloud then started teasing the tip of his master's manhood. He found the part that secretes what he loved most about his master. The blonde wanted to show his master what he thought about the liquid that would come out. He started lapping at the whole pretending that his master had succumbed to pleasure. He felt his master's muscles tighten in response to what was happening.

 

Sephiroth felt his puppet run his tongue down the length, causing his breath to catch in the back of his throat. He had never been urged to come with so little movement from such a mouth. He knew that this acquisition had been worth the effort. Then Cloud took all of his master's length, breaking Sephiroth from his reverie. Where has his puppet learned such trickery with his tongue?

 

This was the moment that Cloud had been waiting for. He wanted to prove to his master that he was worthy of his attention. Cloud began massaging his master's inner thighs to drive his master to secreting. He wanted to taste what he had come to love dwell in his inner depths. He not only could feel the tremors, but he was now able to see the slightest quiver of muscle. The blonde smiled internally, his master was indeed pleased with his puppet.

 

Sephiroth was driving himself insane with how much he was fighting his orgasm. His puppet had surprised him with this display of affection. He decided to reward his puppet. Without warning, the ex-general pumped his erection deep into his pet's mouth toward the throat. Cloud felt the gesture and prepared himself for the onslaught of secretion. He swallowed every last drop.

 

Sephiroth opened his eyes and found his puppet staring at him with complete adoration and submission. Cloud had just given the one winged angel the best orgasm of his life.

 

“I have something for you,” the master told his puppet, slightly out of breath. He reached into the inner pocket of his leather duster and produced a grander collar than the one the blonde wore. He then took the old one off, to dispose of properly when alone; though, the ex-general knew that it would be lounging around for a long time to come because of the company he kept.

 

Cloud looked at his new collar. It was a choker made of the same malleable material, but it made his neck look slightly taller. The diamond spikes were larger and much more defined. Instead of the tag that had his name engraved, it was an engraved crystal. The same name was engraved, `puppet.' The fit was a little snug, but it was just as comfortable. He was now owned and completely submissive to his master.

 

Sephiroth bent and claimed the lips he had been dying to bite. He began the violent kiss slowly and dominantly. Not afraid of showing his prowess because he knew his puppet would relish the treatment. His puppet completely allowed the domination to continue, complete elation seeping from his pores. His master had finally acknowledged the awaited time of worship.

 

Sephiroth attached the leash, which still matched the neckwear, to the collar. He then moved his puppet into the chair face first and without warning, thrust into the awaiting ass. There was no preparation time allotted to the puppet. His master was hungry with lust. It was a brutal session that he was about to have with his master.

 

Quick, powered thrusts were driven into his puppet's awaiting sphincter. He was close to another orgasm. Gratification just a breath away, Sephiroth wanted to do everything he could to make this fast. He quickened his movements and soon rode out his second fulfilling secretion that evening.

 

“You have graduated my puppet,” Sephiroth purred in the ear of his beloved puppet. Cloud looked at his master with complete adoration, knowing his master would not discard him, ever. “Would my puppet like to stay in more accommodating furnishings?”

 

“Master, wherever you are is accommodating for me,” the shy reply came from the blonde. In that moment, knowing that answering his master would not result in punishment, Cloud lost the confidence to look at his master.

 

“So, it is correct for master to assume that is affirmative?” Sephiroth asked rhetorically, knowing that his puppet would follow without question. The answer came in the face that, for the first time, shone with pure happiness. “Now, take those shoes off. I like you the way I always display you.”

 

After the quick removal of the footwear, Cloud knelt before his master in nothing but his collar and his leather cuffs. Anxiety slowly creeped into his mind, he was going to be with his master all the time. He had reached his nirvana.

 

A gentle tug on the leash signified his master's readiness for departure. He followed his master with practiced protocol. The blonde could not hide or school his elation. His master wanted to keep him, what more reward could he ask for. They were heading to the door, Cloud could not help but feel the rest of his life was about to begin.

 

The surroundings were familiar until Cloud felt the tug to the right. He then followed his master through the door, toward what had always like home. They walked a short way to a staircase and awaiting door. As Cloud looked about him, he saw nothing but wall. Once they stepped through the door, simplicity at its best awaited his awestruck eyes.

 

The door led them to the kitchen where he saw two people that were on their knees performing duties he always did. Instinctively, Cloud wanted to help them but thought otherwise because his master had not told him otherwise. There was a pause; the blonde looked to his master to see what it could be.

 

“Rufus, Reno,” Sephiroth commanded, none too gently. His tone was cold and distant. “This is my puppet; I know that you are acquaintances. You are not allowed to speak to him without acknowledging your request to me. If I feel it worthy of my time to present it to him, I will let there be some interaction. He holds higher standing than you and you are not to ask help from him, understood?”

 

There was a long pause as they sat and digested their standing. Reno and Rufus had been acquired jointly. After what happened with the remnants, there was still some Jenova cells left in the world. Sephiroth answered the call. Wanting revenge, they both ended up being failures.

 

Reno had given his chance to be Sephiroth's puppet to Rufus. He was ultimately happy with his meager existence. Rufus had squandered his chance to have nothing but meaningless sex, never once thinking about anyone but himself. Because of his unwillingness to submit, Sephiroth made it to where Rufus would never resist again. His voice box had been removed with practiced care. No one knew he was alive and no one would know, or care.

 

“That is not what the original plan was, yo!” The angry redhead shouted. Sephiroth immediately pulled the riding crop from his duster. The beating that followed was like nothing that Cloud had witnessed or felt. He knew that his master would never treat him like that. He would never want to warrant any kind of response from his master.

 

“There was no plan, never was! The sooner you accept this reality, the easier your existence in it will be. You were never granted any will. I have always been your master. I will always be your master,” Sephiroth told the crumpled redhead at his feet. Nodding his submission, Reno gave up his fight for the day. Rufus resumed his work, never once granting Reno the second glance he usually received.

 

“Rufus, once Reno stops bleeding you will tend his wounds, then tidy this mess he made. You may turn in for the evening once those tasks are finished. I will not require service for the rest of the evening,” Sephiroth told the mute executive. Sephiroth the directed his attention to his puppet, who was staring at him wide eyed; though, his demeanor remained calm, his eyes shone bright with fear. “My dear puppet, I assure you. Such treatment shall not befall you because you please me too much.”

 

Those simple words were all that it took to reassure Cloud of his place within his master's needs and wants. Ultimately, the blonde hoped that it would be his heart because there was no room in the blonde's heart for anyone but his master. They resumed their walk after their silent exchange. The lounge was again sheik simplicity that beheld his master's touch. The walls were not decorated; the color was much richer than a cream or off white. Beige blended well with black accentuating the leather that upholstered the furniture.

 

Further into the home, the one winged angel led his puppet to their shared dwelling. The same beige followed them up the stairs and all over the second floor. Cloud wondered if this was one of Rufus' homes that he no longer needed. The color was richly applied to the walls in even applications. As they approached the bedroom the blonde was able to look out the window. On display in the drive way was his beloved Fenrir. He looked to his master with deep appreciation.

 

“That is part of the reward,” Sephiroth calmly spoke to his puppet, placing a gloved hand on his cheek. Before they were able to continue, a loud ruckus came from the lounge down stairs. “Stay here my puppet. When the time comes, I will send for you.”

 

Cloud knelt on the floor in the middle of the room awaiting his master's call. The blonde knew that there was no other place that he was needed. Who would come searching for him, he had no recollection of faces or names. The only face and name that enveloped his entire being was that of his master. The blonde hoped that with further progress he would be granted permission to use his master's name.

 

As Sephiroth made his way downstairs, he heard the friends of his puppet's past life. The rebirth that had happened pleased the ex-general to his core. There was no further need of these pests, though he knew if they were disposed of his puppet would be upset. Internally, the one winged angel had been awaiting this chance for a long time. The looks on the faces that were in the room said it all. They had not been expecting him.

 

“Where is Cloud?” Tifa queried in a loud voice.

 

“Manners, Miss Lockheart, manners,” Sephiroth replied. “I will not remind you again.”

 

“May I please see Cloud,” Tifa retorted through clenched teeth. It had been almost three months since Cloud's disappearance. The group was not as worried as she was about the blondes' disappearance because, after all this time, she hoped that her diligence had not been in vain. “Guys wait outside.”

 

Barrett and Cid looked at her as if she were crazy, but complied with the simple request. Upon arrival, the outline of the customized bike gave way to what they hoped would happen, they had found their friend. Whatever was about to happen was either going to end in a blood bath or someone's broken heart.

 

“Would you please join me in the lounge?” Sephiroth invited. “I know that it is not much, but I have been trying to keep it up.”

 

“May I please see Cloud,” was all that Tifa replied with.

 

“I will explain a little bit about your beloved, Cloud,” Sephiroth spoke, though he purred the blonde's name. “He has undergone a metamorphosis. What little there is of you left in him is there because I allow it. If you feel you are prepared I will bring him to let you see what he has become.”

 

With that said, Sephiroth stood up, walked up the stairs to show her his greatest treasure. When he reached his room upstairs, he was pleased to see that his puppet had not moved. He simply walked over to his puppet retrieved the leash that lay at his feet. He then returned downstairs.

 

As they approached, Tifa rushed to the nude blonde. She was stopped in her approach by the raised hand of the ex-general. He then walked to the chair he had been occupying. As he sat down, the blonde willingly knelt at his feet.

 

“You may speak to him if you wish to see for yourself what I am talking about,” the ex-general taunted.

 

“Cloud,” was all the brunette could utter as she stared at his demeanor. The look of serenity that she saw was something she wished that she could have caused.

 

“Master, may I respond,” the blonde asked looking up at his master.

 

“You may,” was that was uttered from the one winged angel.

 

Cloud looked to Tifa, only a hint of recognition. There was no tenderness showing in his deep cerulean pools. Every part of him that she had tried to reach belonged to the man holding the leash. She felt a pang of guilt for even wanting to try to pry Cloud away from what had finally given him nirvana. He opened his mouth and quietly told her what she really needed to hear.

 

“I am where I finally belong,” the blonde spoke quietly. After hearing those words, Tifa turned to gather what dignity she had left and walked out the door.