Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel, Different Batman ❯ Presentation ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Another short chapter. If you can't remember who's who, please check the first two chapters for confirmation.





Gojyo sat cross-legged at Sanzo's feet as the man ate his dinner. Being a slave was really boring. After a day of practice, he had dozed off more times than he could count and always been nudged rudely awake by Sanzo's knee. He had bruises on his chest and back from Sanzo's knees. He was starting to think that there wasn't a weapon as deadly as Sanzo's knee.
He yelped as he was suddenly smacked on the head.
"What the fuck was that for?" he demanded, glaring at Sanzo.
"I called you and you didn't respond." Sanzo replied. "I told you that you have to focus on me."
"It's fucking boring." Gojyo snarled.
"What did you expect?" Sanzo asked, peering down at Gojyo through a pair of reading glasses he occasionally wore.
Gojyo blinked. "I don't know. I thought S&M was all about...sex and pain."
Sanzo cocked his head to one side and gave Gojyo a long look.
"You want to practice public sex and pain?" he asked.
Gojyo's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Sanzo shrugged and began undoing his belt buckle. Gojyo panicked and reached out to pull Sanzo's hand away from his belt.
Sanzo tugged his hand away and scowled at Gojyo. "Make up your mind," he said.
"I didn't mean you should fuck me." Gojyo grumbled. "I just meant that this S&M stuff is really boring."
Sanzo shrugged and took off his glasses. "S&M is usually more about control than sex."
"Being bored is control?" Gojyo repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"No." Sanzo replied. "Not being bored is control."
Gojyo glared.





Gojyo tugged at his coat, trying to make it cover more of him.
"Stop fidgeting."
"I feel stupid." Gojyo snapped.
"We're going in here to change that." Sanzo replied shortly. "So shut up and look obedient, if you can."
Gojyo bristled at the implied insult and drew himself to his full height. He set his face into a neutral expression and followed Sanzo quietly. They entered the demure looking shop and almost immediately a young man appeared. He had long black hair pulled back in a bun and purple eyes.
"Welcome, how may I-" purple eyes widened and the young man's pleasant expression disappeared almost immediately. He lowered his eyes from Sanzo's face.
"How may I serve you, Master Sanzo?"
Gojyo's jaw dropped and he immediately fought to pull it back up before the young man lifted his head to notice.
"Clothing." Sanzo replied.
"As you wish, Master. Please wait a moment and I will be able to serve you."
Gojyo managed not to stare as the young man drifted off talk to his assistant.
"What the hell was that about?" Gojyo hissed at Sanzo.
"Shut up." Sanzo hissed back.
Gojyo was about to whisper a retort when the young man came back over.
"I'm sorry for the delay, Master Sanzo."
"Just take me there, Nat, I'm in no mood for your games." Sanzo snapped.
The young man bowed and walked off. Sanzo followed with Gojyo a few steps behind. They went through a semi-concealed door and into another room. This room was filled with leather, lace, mesh, and all other kinds of bondage gear. Gojyo struggled to keep his face impassive as he gawked. He trailed after Sanzo and said nothing as Sanzo pulled this, that, and who knew what, off the shelves and walls and shoved them into Gojyo's arms.
"Tell me if they don't fit." Sanzo commanded, shoving Gojyo towards the changing rooms.
Gojyo repressed the urge to growl at Sanzo and made himself obediently go into the changing room. Oh, his partner was definitely going to pay for this kind of treatment.





The tall, skinny orange haired bouncer raised an eyebrow at the sight of a very familiar blond with a redhead trailing behind him. The blond wore a very familiar short black leather jacket over black leather pants and a form fitting dark purple shirt. The redhead was similarly built to the bouncer and had a gorgeous face with all that hair spilling around it. He wore a long red leather jacket, tightly belted, and what looked like black combat boots. The bouncer shifted his stance slightly, just enough to make the blond pause and glare.
"Monk."
"Zesiro." Sanzo greeted neutrally.
"Haven't seen you here a while," the bouncer said.
"I've had better things to do." Sanzo replied.
The bouncer eyed Gojyo up and down with his good eye. "Training a new one?"
Sanzo snorted.
"What happened to Green?"
"Retired."
Zesiro smirked. "What happened, couldn't handle you anymore?"
Sanzo glared at Zesiro.
"Well, let me know where he is, you know my twin's more than willing to accept your leavings." Zesiro said easily.
"He's retired." Sanzo snarled.
Zesiro's one eye widened slightly. "Damn, Monk, I didn't realise that was what you meant. Shit, you'd really rather retire them than give them up."
"Shut up and get out of the way." Sanzo growled.
"Don't be hasty, Monk." Zesiro said placating. "I just wanted you to know that if this one doesn't work out, I'd be more than happy to have him."
Sanzo scowled and Zesiro backed out of his way.
Gojyo followed Sanzo into the club. They hit the coat check and Gojyo silently assisted Sanzo in removing his coat and handing it to the girl there. Then Gojyo removed his own coat and handed it to the admiring girl.
Gojyo wore long black boots, combat-style, that reached up to mid thigh. His black leather shorts were truly short, revealing the line of his buttocks. They started very low on the hips as well, revealing the top of his cleft in the back when he stood straight. His red leather top was similarly small. It was some sort of mock vest though it left little to the imagination. It ended two inches higher than his waist did and only had one button in the middle of it. It was so tight that his nipples were quite visible at the edges of the fabric. In fact, if he shifted the wrong way, his nipples would pop out of the vest. Around his neck was a red leather collar with a large ring in the centre of it. Around his wrists were similar red leather bands, also with rings.
"He's beautiful," the coat girl said.
Sanzo glared at the girl and strode into the club. Gojyo followed a pace behind, head up, eyes down, and hands clasped behind his back. Sanzo made for a semi-dark booth near the back of the club and sat down, lounged really, on the comfortable chair. Gojyo immediately lowered himself on the cushion on the floor and folded his legs demurely to one side. He rested his head against Sanzo's thigh and peered at the scene around him.
Everyone seemed to be wearing leather, vinyl, or mesh. A lot of the prettier men were naked and in various bondage positions. The masters usually had leather gloves and seemed to enjoy fisting their slaves' penises or grabbing them by the hair. One slave was rocking up and down on his master's lap. Another slave was rocking back and forth as his master pushed the handle of a whip in and out of his body. Gojyo fought to keep a grimace from his face at what looked like painful acts. He couldn't understand how the slaves looked so pleased when they were being tortured.
He shifted his attention as a young man in an apron and nothing else approached.
"How may I serve you?" the pretty man asked.
"Tell Kato Monk wants his usual." Sanzo replied.
The pretty server sketched a slight bow and turned away. It was then that Gojyo saw that the server was wearing a thong under the apron. It wasn't much of a thong, but then again, it wasn't much of an apron either.
He focused on looking tame when Sanzo's hand suddenly touched his head, a prearranged signal they had worked on.
"Monk."
Gojyo tensed at the voice, shivering at how it seemed to creep across his back with its smoothness.
"Ulwane." Sanzo replied coldly.
His fingers tightened in Gojyo's hair briefly before they relaxed again and absently began tangling into the long strands.
"It's been a long time," the creepy, smooth voice said. "I see you have a new toy. Wherever is your precious Green?"
Sanzo snorted. "I'm sure Zesiro told you already."
Gojyo almost flinched as he felt the smooth voice's presence shift to sit across from Sanzo. He made very sure that he didn't move himself in anyway. His eyes darted to the smooth, polished black dress shoes and black trousers. They definitely didn't fit with the clothing of most of the people here and it instantly made him suspicious.
"Let's just say Zesiro has a tend to exaggerate where Green is concerned." Ulwane said.
"Green's retired." Sanzo said, his voice becoming more frigid.
There was a moment of strained silence.
"I see."
Gojyo couldn't help but tense as the smooth voice suddenly seemed to shift into something more dangerous.
"Does that mean you would be open to my proposition? After all, your little red one here can't be that good."
Sanzo snorted. "Better than you."
There was a moment when Gojyo actually felt the hair rise on the back of his neck. He was almost certain that this Ulwane was going to attack Sanzo.
"Now, you certainly don't mean that, Monk."
The moment passed and Gojyo relaxed marginally.
"You're not a true slave, Ulwane, it would never work."
"I could be...for the right master."
Gojyo mentally raised his eyebrows; this guy had it bad for Sanzo.
"Could you really?" Sanzo growled challengingly. "Could you get down on the floor and lick my boots right now?"
There was an almost pregnant pause and a slight shift in Ulwane's posture.
"You can't ask that of me." Ulwane hissed. "You know my position here."
"It wouldn't matter if you were a real slave. You'd let me fuck you with a dildo in the middle of the floor wearing nothing but a collar if you were truly my slave."
Gojyo shivered at the intensity of Sanzo's words.
"Monk!" Ulwane hissed.
"Red here would lick my boots as soon as the order left my lips, you have to think about it."
Gojyo's eyes widened a fraction. He wouldn't!
"No one would respect me if I did that." Ulwane said lowly.
"No one in here would care." Sanzo retorted sharply.
"Some people would." Ulwane said harshly. "Not everyone here understands."
"Then your proposition will always be rejected." Sanzo snapped.
"Monk!"
Sanzo leaned back in his chair, his fingers leaving Gojyo's head after pressing slightly on his scalp. Gojyo tensed, suddenly sensing what was going to happen next.
"Lick."
Gojyo bent down, glad that his hair hid the rage in his eyes and most of what he was doing. He extended his tongue and took small tentative licks. He deliberately made his motions kitten-like to avoid tasting too much of the leather.
"The day you beat that is the day I'll consider accepting your proposition." Sanzo said, his voice sounding almost smug.
Gojyo almost felt the frustration coming from Ulwane.
"Damn you, Monk!" Ulwane hissed.
He stood abruptly and stalked off.
"Stop."
Gojyo stopped and risked a glance at Ulwane's departing figure, noting the short black hair. Ulwane turned 'abruptly to glare back at Monk and Gojyo got a glimpse of two different coloured eyes before he made his gaze appear to focus on something else.
He felt Sanzo's fingers touch his head again and he turned back, lifting his head inquiringly.
"Good kitten." Sanzo said, a smirk flashing across his face.
Gojyo let the rage show in his eyes as he lowered his head and rubbed his head against Sanzo's knee.
He was going to kill Sanzo for this.





The end of chapter 6
Bit of a slow chapter, but the story starts to heat up soon. I make no claim to describe a real S&M club or practices. This is fiction after all.
Again, if you don't like the story, just don't read it. No one's forcing you.
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