Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ Delicious Punishment ❯ whipping ( Chapter 2 )

OUBLIETTE: Thank you for your comments. But I should have you know that I've been writing these for some time, I just discovered that Loveless has become a section at AFF.net. I hope you enjoy all my writings, I greatly appreciate your responses.

 

CLAIRE: hey… I'm updating. Woot.

 

RABIDFAN: lol, what a colorful fan you are, I love your expressions. ^____^

 

 

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Soubi's eyes were blinded to the rest of the world by the blindfold he wore, making him utterly dependant on his master for anything and everything he wanted or needed.

 

He was completely at his master's mercy…

 

Ritsuka slowly paced around his captive, gliding the tip of the switch over Soubi's chest, arm and back.

 

Soubi shivered and lowered his head slightly, thoughts racing through his head. He was terrified by the thought of punishment, yet strangely aroused by how Ritsuka had completely taken control of the situation.

 

*CRACK*

 

Ritsuka admonished as he struck Soubi's lower back, “Don't slouch!”

 

Soubi straightened instantly, holding back any physical response to the pain.

 

The young Japanese boy continued, “So long as you're my slave you will hold that title proudly, and hold yourself with just as much pride. Understand Soubi?”

 

*CRACK*

 

The sentence had been ended with another lash. Soubi responded obediently, “Yes master.”

 

Ritsuka paused a moment, getting his mind back the topic it had been on a moment ago. He raised the appliance again.

 

*CRACK*

 

“You will NEVER disobey my orders, understand Soubi?” Ristuka asked in a firm but calm voice.

 

“Yes master.” Soubi answered quickly.

 

*CRACK*

 

“You will NEVER break a promise to me again. If you say you will do something, then you must.” He paused for a moment then specified, “Like answering your phone, no matter what you are doing you will answer it when I call, understood?”

 

“But what if-”

 

*CRACK*

 

“Yes master!” Soubi quickly corrected himself.

 

Ritsuka pressed the tip of the appliance into the base of Soubi's back, “And you will NEVER lie to me EVER again. Under any circumstances. I want the complete truth from you; no matter what I'm asking.”

 

*CRACK*

 

Soubi arched as this strike slid up his spine. He thought about the question for a moment, not quite realizing that there was only one answer.

 

Ritsuka raised his weapon threateningly and Soubi stiffened, somehow `feeling' the added tension.

 

*CRACK*

 

He forced out, “Yes! M-master…”

 

He started to lower his head but corrected himself, drawing an amused chuckle from Ritsuka. The young boy stroked the other's hair in a calm and soothing manner, “My, we learn quickly don't we?”

 

In a softer voice, as if exasperated, Ritsuka asked, “Soubi? What were you doing here?”

 

Soubi prepared himself for the blow that followed each question/ statement made. But there was none, he answered, “I was bandaging my wounds.”

 

“Wounds from when you were fighting, yes?”

 

“Y-yes… master.” Soubi responded uneasily.

 

“I don't want you fighting without me with you. We've gone over this so many times. Haven't we?” Ritsuka questioned.

 

“Yes… we have… master.”

 

“Is there any certain reason I should know, why you wont bring me?”

 

“No master… I have no reason…” Soubi answered quietly.

 

Ritsuka took a deep breath then stepped away, Soubi stilled his breathing trying to hear what was happening.

 

*CRACK*

 

Soubi fell forward slightly from the force of the lash across his back but regained balance quickly.

 

“You disobey your master without reason?” he continued, not giving his pet time to respond, “I must admit I'm disappointed.”

 

Soubi's covered eyes widened as pain suddenly rushed through his body, replacing the previous fear.

 

He couldn't believe how horrible he suddenly felt. He'd never felt bad about himself while receiving punishment, nor had he felt so terrible for disappointing his previous masters.

 

At that moment, Soubi felt so horrible, in a way he could almost welcome the abuse… if it would please his master.

 

Soubi took a small breath and said in a small voice, just loud enough for Ritsuka to hear, “Then punish me… until you are satisfied…”

 

Ritsuka nodded slowly, though Soubi couldn't see the movement.

 

*CRACK*

 

Soubi flexed his muscles slightly beneath his bonds.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

The lashes continued to fall over his lower back, eventually straying up.

 

Soubi could tell that Ritsuka was restraining himself, and only whipping the bit of skin on his lower back. He concluded this was probably because the young master felt somewhat guilty about hurting his slave.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

The young man arched with every strike, now accompanying many of the hits with a small grunt or groan of pain.

 

“You're using such a small canvas Ritsuka. You hardly serve this masterpiece the justice it deserves.”

 

Ritsuka stilled at Seimei's words.

 

Seimei continued, “Don't limit yourself to one area.”

 

Ritsuka spoke slightly unsure, “H-hai...”

 

*CRACK*

 

Soubi gasped and pulled away slightly as the stroke landed between two belts binding him, licking the tip of his slightly pinched skin.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

The whip's tip slipped between the belts again to punish bits of hiding flesh as well as the exposed and already abused skin of his lower back.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

Soubi clenched his teeth, trying to hold back his cries of discomfort. His lips moving, silently repeating to himself the word that brought him the most comfort.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

Soubi shook his head slightly; trying to force back his small groans and gasps.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

Ritsuka fell into the rhythm of bringing back the whip and landing it on a piece of flesh that hadn't yet been marred.

 

As he fell into the mechanically movements he allowed himself to watch his slave more closely.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

He noticed further that with every strike across the man's back came a small gasp, or groan in that smooth voice.

 

And every time the tip marked his creamy flesh he moved slightly, still unable to completely defeat his instincts. But, each movement, though jerky and pained, made Soubi's muscles flex and his back arch, bringing out an odd sense of beauty to the scene.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

Soubi couldn't contain it, without even realizing he'd opened his mouth, he'd cried out in a choked voice, “Ritsuka!”

 

Ritsuka faltered for a moment, his whip raised in the air. He watched his slave, wondering why, of all things, Soubi would cry out to the person whipping him.

 

Soubi mouthed the name to himself, “Ritsuka.” And started to breath deeper and calmer.

 

The young master realized that even in such a painful situation, his slave could find comfort in the very name of his master.

 

He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find anything to say.

 

Soubi straightened up again, realizing he must have inadvertently spoken aloud while suffering from the whip, “Continue.”

 

Ritsuka opened his mouth to say something again, but then closed it, raising the whip instead.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

Soubi arched with every stroke of the whip, trying to calm himself with Ritsuka's name on his lips.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK CRACK*

 

Ritsuka watched his slave carefully; he didn't want to hurt his pet too much. He'd told Soubi he wouldn't hurt him too badly, and it was a promise he was determined to keep, both to his pet and himself.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

Upon watching Soubi arch and gasp as the whip licked his flesh, Ritsuka found not only that it was mysteriously beautiful, but also that he somewhat enjoyed this scene, and everything it brought.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

Ritsuka's free hand drifted over his groin, brushing it slightly. It was then that he noticed that he'd actually become hard from whipping Soubi, and the reactions the blonde gave.

 

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

 

Having become slightly distracted, the young boy landed a harder blow down Soubi's spine.

 

**CRACK**

 

Soubi fell forward; his cheek hitting the cold floor, soon followed my shoulders smashing down hard.

 

He tried to push himself back up but found himself unable to. A light sweat shone off his back, and some of the small beads kissed the marks from the whip, raking a new sharp pain over him.

 

The blonde released a heavy breath and leaned to the side, allowing the side of his body to cool down on the wood floor.

 

Ritsuka stopped momentarily, allowing the fighter to regain his breath.

 

As the blonde breathed, the younger boy quietly admired the man's frame. Everything from his long, well shaped legs, over his well defined abs and chest, to his perfect golden locks surrounding his flushed face.

 

He watched the blonde's face, the light blush across the cheek, and the moistened lips, silently panting.

 

Ritsuka had been watching so closely that he hadn't even noticed Seimei come up.

 

The older boy stated, “You're still limiting yourself Ritsuka. What about all the places I told you to whip him?”

 

“I don't want to whip his chest, then he can't even lie on his stomach while his back heals.” Ritsuka stated, finding the answer perfectly logical.

 

Seimei knelt and rested a hand on Soubi's hip, noticing the blonde stop breathing, “Whip his ass as well.” Soubi jumped slightly at the words.

 

Ritsuka became silent and the older brother could tell that he was fighting with himself, so he gave it a little more of a push. He looped his finger inside the side of Soubi's sheer undergarments and pulled them down slightly.

 

His sensitive cat ears heard as both master and slave drew in a quick breath.

 

Seimei looked up to see his brother completely captivated as the garments were slid lower, revealing more and more of the firm ass beneath.

 

Soubi bucked reflexively, away from the hand, growling slightly in the back of his throat.

 

*SMACK*

 

“Ah!” Soubi cried out at Seimei's hand slapped the side of his rear, harshly reprimanding him for pulling away.

 

Once the garments were completely slid off Seimei tossed them to the side and touched one of Soubi's cheeks with his fingertips.

 

He drew his hands over the man's rear, the tips of his short, but fine nails tickling the sensitive flesh, “Go ahead Ritsuka, whip him right here.” He looked up and smirked, “Soubi likes it.”

 

Ritsuka's eyes widened and Soubi turned his head towards the floor quickly, hiding what was still visible of his face underneath hair. The blonde was definitely embarrassed by the statement.

 

He didn't LIKE having his ass whipped exactly, it was just… less painful than getting other places whipped… Or so he kept telling himself, though he was becoming quickly excited with the idea.

 

“Seimei…” Ritsuka stated, pulling back his brother's attention, “Please… step out of the room.”

 

Seimei stood up, “What?”

 

“This is for me to do, I'd like to be alone with him.”

 

Seimei argued, “What if he refuses to obey your orders? You can't make him obey you. So what if he defies you?”

 

Ritsuka was silent for a moment, watching the blonde in front of him, “… He wont. Now please go.”

 

Seimei grumbled, “I can't believe this.” He shoved his arms through the sleeves of his jacket and briskly walked to the door, slamming it behind him.

 

Ritsuka and Soubi were alone now, completely to themselves…

 

(I can't quite decide… should Ritsuka whip Soubi's ass? Or should he just be gentle? Please review if you have an opinion)he