Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Something About Him ❯ Child's Play ( Chapter 11 )

A/N:

Katan's POV.

 

 

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Chapter 11

Child's Play

 

Katan fought hard to quell the laughter that rose in his throat, but he was unsuccessful. Jason looked so very sincere in his words. He could tell at once that he had damaged the boy's pride as he stared down at his feet.

 

“First, I am your master, you will be a good slave or you will be sold, no matter where I choose to place you. Secondly, everyone that works in the kitchen has professional culinary training, something which you certainly do not possess. It has already been decided that you will be a show slave, in all reality you are my over priced pet, and that is not up for debate.”

 

“There's no way.” Jason began timidly.

 

“No way what?” Katan asked, leveling the youth with his most authoritative stare.

 

Jason wavered, but after a hard swallow he seemed to find his courage.

 

“There's no way I will parade around on the end of a leash, waiting to perform on your command.” Katan could hear the hatred dripping off of Jason's words.

 

Jason dropped to one knee with a scream as pain again shot through his calf, seemingly much more severe than earlier, due to his muscles still being sore from the first punishment.

 

“Unfortunately, you do not have a choice.”

 

Jason glared up at Katan. “I'd rather die than be at your command.”

 

Katan smirked, “Fortunately for you, I don't give a damn about what you'd rather do. But keep this in mind. If you do not work out as my slave, you will be sold, and it is I who decides as what type of slave you are sold, and to what type of master.”

Jason's nostrils flared, but he said nothing more.

 

Katan sighed deeply. “You are very exhausting, Jason.”

 

Katan motioned for Mark to stop cleaning the window and come over to him.

 

“Yes, Master?”

 

“Escort Jason to the Grounds keeper and have him show him around the estate, please.”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

Mark helped Jason up, and started chattering excitedly to him as they headed for the mansion's elevator.

 

“You'll love the grounds, Jason they're beautiful!”

 

Katan sunk down into his chair, and rubbed at his temples.

 

“What was I thinking taking on an untrained slave?” he asked the empty room in frustration.

 

He had just closed his eyes when he heard Estevan clearing his throat from the doorway. He looked up and saw him holding a phone.

 

Katan sighed deeply and motioned him forward.

 

“Hello?”…“Hey, how goes the search?”…“You did? That's great!”…”Oh. I see.”…”Yes, keep me posted, and send any bills to my accountant.”…”Thank you.”

 

“Shall I notify Carmen that Yuli will be sending bills?”

 

“Yes, please, Estevan.”

 

Estevan nodded, and left the room.

 

Katan's eyes had just closed again when an alarm started blaring in the distance, and got progressively louder. He opened his eyes, let out a frustrated huff, and pushed himself angrily from his chair. He stomped over to a small box on the wall and pushed a button which connected him to the head of security.

 

“What the devil is going on down there?”

 

“A slave tried to escape.”

 

“Which one?” Katan fumed angrily, though he already knew the answer.

 

“The new one.”

 

“Did your men catch him?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Keep him there, I'll be right down.”

 

Katan took several deep breaths on his way to the court yard, trying to contain his temper. He knew that letting Jason see that he could get to him would do nothing but hurt his case. Still, he couldn't believe the little brat was being so ungrateful! After all the work he'd been putting in to find his sister, he pulls a stunt like this!

 

Katan walked in his steady pace toward Mark, Jason, and the Grounds keeper, but his face conveyed that he was far from calm. The look in his eyes clearly made Jason uncomfortable, because he wouldn't make eye contact with him.

 

Katan walked up close to Jason, and wordlessly closed a metal collar around his neck.

 

“Only I can remove this, and it grants me the ability not only to monitor your whereabouts, but also to control your movements to a certain extent. You are mine, and it's time you get that through your head. I generally avoid using such crass and demeaning tools, but you've left me little choice. “

 

Katan snapped a leash onto the collar's o ring, and gave it a tug, causing Jason to stumble forward. “Come on.” Jason flinched slightly at the icy tone Katan was using. Mark followed wordlessly, not needing to be told to do so.

 

Katan lead Jason to the sitting room, before releasing the leash.

 

“I'm…” Jason began, still staring at the floor.

 

“Silence!” Katan interrupted. “You don't get to talk now. I get to talk. I get to tell you what your punishment will be.”

 

Jason looked up at Katan, and his heart nearly stopped as he stared into those sad, blue, puppy dog-like eyes. After a few seconds Katan realized he had been holding his breath as Jason looked back down at the floor, and he exhaled deeply.

 

“Mark, please chain Jason up, and select a level one whip off the wall. You will be administering his punishment.” Katan said quietly, motioning to some chains dangling from the ceiling in the corner.

 

Mark raised his eyebrows but said nothing, no doubt surprised at how light the punishment actually was. The level one whips were designed only to sting. Even when wielded by a vessel they rarely drew blood, and it was obvious that Katan was not intending to draw blood since he asked Mark to carry out the punishment.

 

“What the hell happened to only punishing in natural ways?” Jason spat resentfully.

 

“When a child is bad it receives a spanking.”

 

“Yeah, a spanking, not a whipping.” Jason's beautiful eyes glared angrily at Katan, and rather than taking offense, Katan felt a little thrill run through him.

 

“I was adjusting it to be more appropriate for an adult.”

 

“You're just a liar.” Jason growled.

 

Mark visibly cringed, knowing that that was going to push the wrong buttons with Katan.

 

An anger equally as vibrant flashed across Katan's face.

 

“Alright, never mind, Mark. He wants to be treated like a child. And so he shall.” Katan's tone was dangerous.

 

Katan gave Jason's leash a tug, bringing him closer.

 

“Bend over my knee.”

 

“What? You're insane!”

 

Jason's collar glowed with a golden light, and he fell involuntarily forward across his lap.

 

“Master…” Mark attempted.

 

“No, I will give him what he's asked for, Mark.”

 

Katan anchored Jason's torso with his right hand, having already decided to use his weaker arm for the spanking before making Jason bend over.

 

Jason squirmed against Katan's iron grip, whimpering slightly as Katan pulled his pants and boxers down exposing his ass to the cool air of the air-conditioned room.

 

“No…” He protested weakly, stopping himself before he begged.

 

“Just remember, you asked to be treated like a child. You wanted this.”

 

Katan raised his arm, and brought his hand down firmly across Jason's bare ass. The tension in his arm showed how much he was holding back, but that didn't prevent the wail that came from Jason's lips, and the angry red mark that was left behind. He raised his arm again, and brought it forward. This time Jason screamed, and wiggled on Katan's lap.

 

By the fourth strike Jason was holding back tears and bruises were forming on his ass. That perfect, smooth ass…Katan's thoughts came to a screeching halt as he realized he was having a sexual fantasy about his slave. Worse yet it was during a punishment. Katan knew that was not healthy, and he tried to put it out of his mind as he robotically delivered the next 3 strikes. However, Jason's squirming… at least Katan was going to blame it on his squirming… was starting to arouse him.

 

The next strike brought with it a heart wrenching scream and Katan saw Jason's tears beginning to fall to the floor. Katan's heart ached to stop the punishment right there, but he knew he had to carry it out. He did hold back a bit more on the final two strikes, but by the end Jason's body was wracked with sobs. Katan was impressed that he didn't once beg for mercy. He took his punishment very well. He pulled his pants back up, and pushed him off of his lap.

 

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

 

Jason locked his teary eyes with Katan's from where he sat in a heap on the floor, and Katan felt his heart break at the pain and defeat he saw. The anger was completely gone from those blue orbs.

 

“I'm sorry, Master” Jason replied humbly through sniffles.

 

Katan smiled warmly down at him. “You are forgiven.”

 

Katan turned toward Mark whose very being was seething empathy for the sobbing slave. “Take him to get cleaned up. Be sure to apply some ice.”

 

Mark gave a small bow. “Yes, Master.”